there are bound to be
a lifetime of nights
in quiet reflection
scraping the banks
of my memories
for glimpses
of your freckled smile
for remnants of
what it was like to hold you
I cannot say-

I am not free to ask
the difficult questions
about why I -how I
could have chosen
this perpetual existence
without you it in
as it is pointless
to play in a puddle
that I myself muddied
with doubt

and it strands me
further from peace
than I could have imagined
it could be different
but it isn’t
and I wonder…
if you are
still wondering too

I like the expression of confusion in this...don't feel good about it.

amo,

Peter

The speaker's inner torment is beautifully and powerfully expressed in the closing lines("..I wonder if you are still wondering too"). It is a fitting conclusion to the conflict described in the opening verses. A nice compposition, as always, Frosty.

Joe

thanks, guys. Just trying to get something going again. I'm in need of an oil can I appreciate you both taking the time to read and comment.

There is no such thing as black and white, Frosty, nicely done.

Les

thanks, Les.

Its a strong emotion without overexageratin the pain. Beautiful...

thanks, Fickled. I appreciate the feedback and am glad you could relate to it.