Light of my Life

Here in the light, your lips spell my name;
The grass from the meadow tickles our ankles as we walk upon it.
I recall your every breath as you smelled the fresh spring air;
Along with its beauty that remains no more.
Silently, you etch my name in the clouds you point to;
Never glancing at the sun, for it could never compare to your brightness.
A melody escapes your luscious lips and I can't help but think;
Oh, to silence those precious sounds with my own.
You turn to me and whisper, "You still love me, don't you?";
And I can't help but silence you for talking such nonsense.
And now, after everything has turned deplorable;
I close my eyes and what remains of my heart turns into ashes once more.
I can see your face, clear and forever young;
I can hear your voice--it's gentle tone, calling my name.
I can feel your soft hands holding my calloused fingers once again;
I can smell the sweet, lavender musk of your hair as well.
And when I open my eyes once more;
I can taste the saltiness of tears.
Ah... these aren't yours;
They're mine, aren't they?
It was then that I realized something;
Something important:
You were the only person to love me like you did;
But I never loved you back...
Come back to me; I miss you...;
But you can't come back, can you?
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Oh well, then...