One Gloomy Monday Morn

In the end, it didn’t matter
A tattered rope swaying in billowing wind
Forgotten, for sure, if only for a moment
Because a moment passed is a moment lost
And, believe me, time does not rewind
Time does not grant another day
When the night crashes in on the morn
Moon eclipsed sun
Frozen summer afternoon
Like crystalized tears kept in a jar
High on the shelf in fear of breaking
And the terrible current that would be unleashed
Forgive me, please, it’s all I ask
For the words I never spoke
For the words I left undiscovered
They leave a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue
Sickly sweet like a lemon
I could have had it all; I knew your heart
Your smile was a reflection of your soul
You believed in souls and the good inside everyone
And you weren’t afraid to be proven wrong
I took time for granted, I hesitated
And a hesitation is all that time needs
To sweep by and knock us off our feet
To take air and water and create a hurricane
A reminder of glass and sand
And destroying the remnants of a false reality
Leaving nothing behind but sentiments and memories
A square box of real or fake marble
It’s only the contents that matter
But even then the contents are only a symbol
A box, marble or not, could never contain a soul
And the words I long to say go on unsaid
And they have become the ghost that haunts me
They have left me here for dead
But still I know that I have your love
Even though I am not perfect
I just needed you to know
In the end, it didn’t matter.