Lost Love

I often find myself remembering,
The great times we once had.
These thoughts leave me quivering,
My mind gone mad.

I didn't mean what I said,
Nor mean to make you cry.
Your voice seared inside my head,
When you said that last goodbye.

Every time I think of you,
Your lips, hair, and eyes,
I wish that it weren't true,
So I wouldn't have to cry

If only I could go back,
To change the course of time.
But these skills I lack,
Preserving my fateful crime.

You've left and made me coarse,
Cutting my heart out with your dullest knife.
Leaving not' but an emotionless corpse,
That only you can bring back to life.