HER

The pursuit of an intoxicating dream
that has held me  captive for days
is piercing my heart in the
                          cruelest of ways
for I dreamt with much remorse
                        and much regret
of a forsaked love I cannot forget  -
forsaken not of spite nor of hate
      but of  precious innocence
              that simply matured too late

         to taste her smile
                to partake in her dreams
          to live in the moment
                 in the echo of her screams