If I have known that then, you may return,
I would do everything— every deed I know,
Instead of staying here alone to burn…
I’d write a thousand line ’bout how I yearn,
or wipe away all words I wrote ago,
If I have known that then, you may return…
If all your absence reasons, I could discern,
I would have never still do let you go,
& never let myself stay here alone to burn…
If I could stab the heart—the one you’ve worn,
The One, since you had left, has ached me so,
Although I knew, one day you may return…
Perhaps, repression’s the most I need to learn,
Although I love you much more than I show,
So much that I stay here alone to burn…
Seeds of despair, are all the things I earn,
The ones I feed my patience daily to grow,
Although I know, one day you may return,
& yet I can’t but stay here—alone to burn…
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