Left behind

It has taken years to realize

there was never anything

anyone but you could do…

If only love were sufficient

to shed light where

darkness lives

heavy and oppressive

keeping one mired

in its muddy depths

of melancholy and woe,

where hope

has withered away and

one has forgotten

that certain

lightness of being

that tomorrow,

with its promise of

possibility,

can inspire.

If only the care and affection

of another

were sufficient

to lift burdens

that overwhelm

and make waking up

something to dread,

make one long

to be dead,

asleep

perchance to dream

forever

it must be better

says the mind

that would decide

upon suicide.

Love cannot live

another’s life,

cannot really know

another’s mind,

the agonies suffered.

I loved you.

I love you.

I know you know.

I still miss you.