Of Emptiness

As I listen to the song you show'd me it amazes me that I'm crying
That you could possibly still have this effect on me, when what you did...
What you did was hurt me worse than anyone ever has.

It's childish to hope on something like that, especially after this time has past.

This time of regret, confusion, sin, and anger.

Keep letting the clock tick.
You know not the consequence, nor do I.
Will we ever wish those or these moments back.
It matters not, the stars I seen that night have already failed me.
Only the God that we both believe in knows.

The same God you used to separate us.

Still, just let the clock tick.
With hope the second hand will wane me from your memory.
Just as you wanted.
Just know

Next year
The year after that

The second hand continues and the moon.. it wanes at times, and it waxes also.
Though I will be here for you, it will never be as we talked about.
I felt the most for you
But it seems it mattered the least to you

Though you can say you couldn't...
You could

I wish you had said you didn't want me, not in the slightest.
Even as a friend.

At least then I would've known to expect this right now.

Let the clock tick, the moon wanes overhead. The heart grows scarred within. The God above is the only constant

I pray to him, as I always have, on your behalf.