Epilogue

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To everything I thought that we could be…
To the things I hoped that you would see.    
To the promises that you never made,
To all the things that you never really gave.

To the hope that we’ll meet again someday,
And you’ll be ready to cast your reluctance away.
To the shelter that I thought I saw in you
Just to breathe life into everything you do.

I am burning in the Hell you warned me of…
And you deny still that what I felt was love.
I still feel it to the breathlessness of my core…
To everything I thought you were, and so much more.

Days go by without a word, or your grace,
And the truth that I cannot bear to face.
I saw freedom where there was only stone
Though it was the best thing I have ever known.

To all the things that I swore I knew you were,
To what could have been a bright and happy future.
To the dimmest light I ever saw within your eyes
To all the pain that you say is making me wise.

So, farewell for now…but I will not say goodbye.
I feel such a word would be telling a lie.
I know someday that we will meet again
And recreate what I thought might have always been.

To everything that I thought that we would be…
To the things in me that you clearly would not see.
To the life we lived, for the years that passed us by—
To the songs we sang as we walked beneath the starry sky.

Farewell…though this is not quite the end…
You know full well that I still am your friend.
To the sorrow that is to carry me away from thee
To the things that I thought you would see in me…

© 2021 Marten Hoyle