Running Away

It does no good to think not of you,
believing mere longevity will ease my pain;
my belief once in a love so loyal and true,
oh, to think you were mine was to be so vain.
I thought you could save what was left in me,
abolish this loneliness that flutters inside;
that love could birth something sacred and holy,
not inconstant like your heart’s changing tides.
But everything reminds me of your face and hands,
your kisses sweet as my nights grow long.
Now I peer through the fog of these desolate lands,
wondering why benign passion proved so wrong.
From memories of you I eternally run
past the mockingbirds’ sad songs they’ve sung.