Impossible To Leave

Every day I think backwards, retardation,

halting progress, defying laws, reversing space stations.

I'm just a lonely Caucasian alone with a broken

heart with my mind racing.

I should think ahead instead but that only

brings dread and visions of death.

I can recollect her image, trapping me in a cage,

provoking my lovely lust filled rage.

That one moment, that one meeting, the devil stole

it, an awkward anxiety filled greeting.

The regret will never leave, I need time to grieve,

thinking of what could have been.

Impossible to leave.