It feels to me that this is a mourning poem,
Coated thick with the feeling of loss and sorrow,
Confined to the barriers between our once existent worlds..
I find you have moved on,
And I haven’t..
And I want you know,
I love you,
And I want you know,
I care..
But I don’t think it really matters anymore,
Even when I’m with you,
You’re not there.
I’m glad he makes you happy,
I wish I still did,
You’ll never know the joy you brought to me..
I’m glad he makes you smile,
And brings the laughs on hard,
That was all I ever hoped to do for you..
I guess this is pointless,
But I’ll write it anyway,
I’m only a room away from you,
But you’re a long ways from me..
And I watched you as you were sleeping,
In our bed like usual..
And I couldn’t but feel sad.
I want to say I’m sorry,
For all I did you wrong..
Even though I’ve said it all along..
But tonight I believe as I sit alone,
You’ve wanted him for too long..
I would go with you to see him,
To act just as friends,
But to see him do what I couldn’t do..
It kills me to know,
That I failed you.