The wound has been reopened in this angry blast,
I tried to live in now, he drags me to the past.
I offered my whole soul ... body, mind, & spirit,
Gave my undying devotion yet his mind couldn't hear it.
So I put a cloak around my being and fled for retreat,
Traveled the path of least resistance, so we didn't meet.
My actions were taken as a form of neglect or rejection,
Not the clear picture of the true object of my affection.
He mounted up his minion in a most heinous attack on my life,
Created barriers to my freedom as if he had welded a knife.
A part of me has died all over again, each day ... each night,
Knowing of our lost destiny & no one can ever make it right.
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