The Wait

Slipped through my fingers

It escaped from my breath

My soul remains not mine anymore

It's been mistreated and neglected

Condemned and hurt

And it has left me behind.

I wish

To have taken better care

To have heard its cry

To have let it know that it was deeply cherished and loved

To have let it fail without remorse

To have let it, be.

My heart beats but without cause

My eyes see but without sight

My nose breathes but without life

I remain but without might.

I yearn for it to return

For I have learnt

That this ache must perish now

I yearn for it to return

For I have learnt

My lesson now

I yearn for it to return

For I, have learnt

For I, have learnt.