My heart still aches with souring memory,
Why cannot it forego the past agony?
Your voice still echoes in my inner recesses,
And drags me to my bitter memories.
I fail to avoid the inside void,
The widening gash engulfs me,
My voice is lost in the hollow echoes
Of your vows and swears.
I wish I could be smart and calculating,
Remembering my selective past and forgetting,
The stabbing moment of our separation.
You still come to dreams with hope,
My broken heart still cannot cope
With the world you left for me.
It still calls you in silent speech,
Take me back to you, I beseech,
To my heaven of your embrace,
To let me die in peaceful grace.
