Traveler’s Mind

• Posted on January 4, 2012
• in Poetry
• by vjkllm457

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Here I am again sitting here with nothing to do

My mind begins to wonder where I wish it dare not go

To an absent past of me and you

My soul’s forbidden fruit I know

But this does not stop my stubborn mind

I begin to wonder, I begin to presume

Of what might have been had life been more kind

Why am I tortured with your selfish doom?

I do not hate you for it, I just want to understand

But then again maybe not

I cannot explain this feeling in my heart’s wonderland

Blame, desertion, anger, or just forgot

No, those I have withdrew

It is, not knowing what might have been there

And only imagining what could have been true

Would you love me, would you approve, should I care

After all who left who?

No that is not fair for I do not know

Perhaps you left because you must

I wonder, did you regret it or were you glad to go

I tell myself neither I can trust

But none of this rids the tears from my eyes

Why did you leave me, why did you go?

What made you take God’s greatest prize?

Oh how I miss you so