A time ago,
I fell in love with her,
My palms sweaty,
And my vision a blur.

From the clouds up above,
She so gracefully descended,
With her hands open,
And her arms extended.

She embraced me,
And nourished my dying heart,
Taking the mask from my face,
Helping me no longer play a made up part.

But eventually,
She began to tell me such things,
Thoughts of her future,
That I was not in.

I realized I,
Had to let go of her hand,
Let her drift away,
Like words written in sand.

Things that I once said to her,
Where then whispered to the wind,
I begged the wind to send them to her,
But words it could not send.

So many words,
Were then left mistakenly unspoken,
Lying lifeless on the floor,
With the heart that was broken.

I admit it hurt,
To see her fly away from me,
To see her fly through the sunlight,
And through the mist of the seas.

But no matter how much I cried,
Tears would not bring her back,
Her mind was too made up,
To the back of her thoughts I sat.

Her voice I hear,
Confined to the empty space that she left,
I ask myself if we were truly meant to be,
Then beg my mind to let me rest.

I never knew,
If she would return to me again,
Weather by the current of the ocean,
Or on the arms of the wind.

I wonder if she will turn around,
And again, descend to me from above,
Or is she to far away now,
To feel our Lost Love.