Last night’s words reflect deep within
The morning’s light silhouettes the loneliness we pursued
Was the lashing out worth the consequences wrought?
A blindness to love’s promise fueled by shallowness
Self involvements gift to runaway egos
Now each of us existing in our separate lives
As for me, regrets loom inconsolable
As for me, tears flow uncontrollable
My heart doesn’t do empty well
Life doesn’t work without you
Would sorry help? Begging sell?
A sacrifice, a compromise needed?
All are worthy of your return
Please Come Home!
Copyright – Michael Wood - 2005
my compassionate heart/nature
i would soar back to you.....very touching!!!