All That Was to Become of You and Me (poem)

I long to succumb to the darkness around

And feel the breath leave my frail body.

I see you wail and fail at your tries to revive me

From all that was to become of you and me.

I caught a glimpse of the moon behind the misty clouds

Upon us; the way your eyes looked at me through the rain.

The thoughts of the past contain so little of you,

Yet the envisages trap me in a torment I cannot undo.

For all the worldly love, I had looked upon you,

For it would have had happened, if only a little longer

You had stayed; a little more had I made timely

All that was to become of you and me.

Of all the colors I witnessed bloom in your eyes,

Despair was the cruelest one.

It ripped at my soul and still feeds on my tears,

Even when l lit up to make the shadows disappear.

My heart could not forsake what my existence had

Already given into; to witness, to rejoice, to harbor

The wonders of your universe evolve inside of me;

And all that was to become of you and me

Do I hold you accountable, or do I not?

For the life, the fate that would now not show

Or had it just been my convenient make-believe

That you and I would only go further, and not leave.

I brought upon myself wretched murkiness.

You did not intend to trouble the workings of my mind,

Your words would no more rekindle the light inside of me,

And all that was to become of you and me.