Hope Through Painful Memories

Roses are blue,
Violets are red.
What were you thinking,
When we shared that bed?

For now I walk alone,
Broken and hurt.
Though I have all the world,
I feel less than dirt.

Was it something I did?
Or something I said?
That made us part ways,
Saying you’d rather have me dead.

Perhaps I was fooled,
By the pain that we both felt.
Thinking that we were true,
Through the pain that was dealt.

Or perhaps life just dictated,
The path that you now run.
Leaving me by the wayside,
Feeling forever done.

Yet even as the darkness closes in,
Another is beside me.
Though she is an old friend,
In her I feel a part of me.

A part that I thought once lost,
Yet now again, I’ve found.
But to step over that line once more,
Is something I continue to think, profound.

I lost one already,
Dare I lose another?
I am different with my feelings,
Having not had a brother.

Yet even as I hold these feelings,
I cannot utter a word.
Not a whisper,
Not a breath.
Yet still I hold onto the thought,
That I will love her till death.

Yet here I sit in the midst of combat,
Fighting a mental war of words.
The right ones to say,
That might cause myself to sway.

To sway out of this memory,
To tell her how I feel.
But can I feel a feeling,
That I thought I would never again feel?

And if I say those words,
To finally utter them for her to hear.
Will she hear them?
Or will they fall on deaf ears?

And as I wrestle with the thought,
And she leaves with another.
Will I be able to live with myself,
and be cursed to be only a brother?

The pain of the memory,
Can I push through?
To leave the once-smiling face,
To finally feel, no more blue.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My hand lies here outstretched,
I see a path now,
Can you?