I found some things you wrote a long time ago

I thought I could be strong and read those words today

But they made me cry again

After all these years

My heart still bleeds

And I fight with these tears

Words you wrote to me

In your moments of sincerity

"It’s"

"Too late," you said, "for me to say I love you"

"Too late," you said, "for me to hold you once more"

"Too late," you said, "for me to be waiting for you"

"Too late," you said, "for me to be living for you"

"Love," you said, "can always change your mind"

I know you meant those words you wrote to me

But where were you then in my reality

You never said . . .

You were so far away

I never thought you’d come my way again

I thought I had to move on . . .

I moved on with my life and buried you somewhere deep inside

But you resurface; there’s no place I can hide

I read more of your writings through eyes filled with salty tears

My body shaking as your voice in my mind, I hear

"No more joy,

No more tears of sorrow.

No more dreams,

No more hopes of tomorrow

Without love."

And my heart still bleeds

Daily, I fight this burning need

I still need you

I still love you

I still want you

But I moved on with my life and buried you somewhere deep inside

And found a new relation where with to reside

Maybe I am not whole, maybe I am not complete

Maybe I will never be . . .

Without you.