Of Gods and Goddesses

But it's this burning ember within,
Taunting me with what might have been.
And I, a fool perhaps,
Look down a path that I can never walk again.

I will always regret that it wasn't him.

But I won't be the rock in the stream,
A longing reach for something from a dream,
Merely wearing down with time
Until there's nothing left of me.

I won't wait blindly.

But I sketch charcoal portraits of wishes unfulfilled
And hang them on walls of guilt,
A poignant reminder:
I would be waiting still.

I can't hold my breath forever.

I can live with the regrets,
And I will learn to do so yet again,
I am a fool, you see,
Hurting for what might have been.