Sstained

Here I sit and reflect why he stride to me

Walking up, memories streamed free,

He was always a puckered brow for me

Came to me with a sigh

And time dashed like finger snaps

With every word drowning amid passion

Hiding from times of yore, my pain stained.

Slipping into the hands of being

Heart misted up over unable to heal

My fatal taste of candid devotion!

But I know he will not leave me

To dine with melancholy heavens

Because he is the hardest thing

My life could let go.