Will I reach again?
Will I grasp the hand that grasps mine?
The hand, now lost with the hand that held it.
Will I reach out to find her spirit?
Will I see again?
Through this eye, where her light shined
The eye, lost now to her sight
Her sight, gone from mine?
Why did I make that turn?
That frantic lane, I turned
Turned about, rolled and slouched
Flattened beneath so much weight.
Without my reach
With half my sight
Had I the strength to save her?
Or the judgment, now too late.
Is any emotion willingly had?
Can love be felt in any case?
If not, did I betray her?
If not, did she send her?
If only to take her place.
Am I merely human after all?
Merely bound by the chemicals and impulses?
Why do they hold sway?
As I ambition to control them.
This new love, seeks to cast it away.