I often wonder where me and her might be,
Then I remember letting her go wasn't done so easily,
We were given the gift to align two souls,
With the risk to drive towards two goals,
Selfish endeavors of a young and unwise mind,
Gave us the push to uncoil and unwind,
No time for the blame game when I was guilty,
Forced to hold shame and dirt in my soul leaving me filthy,
I wish to wash myself in the truth of one's past,
Taking the knowledge of our mistakes to create something positive to last,
Then I think to myself why did you care?
What made you ponder at my thoughts, what made you stare?
How did I get to the position to hold a standard to compare?
Subconsciously I wonder if I'm still there?
Do I still hold a place in your thoughts or do I show up in your dreams?
Why do I have to drown in my own sorrow or is that just how it seems?
Why wasn't I ready to explore your world, the escape of my reality?
Why did I need to define the creation of your formality?
Still trying to let you go in hopes that you may return,
Not sure if it really works but I'm eager to learn,
If it was an experiment with love in a lustful environment?
Or does finding the one for you remove the need for love's retirement?
