In retrospect..

A misdirected heart is a mistake.. a misdirected goal.. an object of affection who wants you nevermore..

The grief of empty memories, the silence of no calls.. the missing of letters never written

Of dreams crushed beyond dust ..

To be forgotten and not remembered..

To be remembered with distain..

They laugh with their friends without you, about you..

While you in silence are alone lost

To be alone without remorse was the goal

To forget the grief and remember them no more

How dense is the mind

To covet what was not mine

If only i knew then what i know now

I would not have given you the time nor the thought of day or night or life..

Sigh