Too bad I can't write music.

Every day I try to regret
the times, your smile
Our random songs
but there's a constant melody
hidden in my memory
that rings silently on
long after you're gone.

I'm two months from your touch
and I'm empowered
much stronger that I suspected
I'm fine on my own
Yet, I wonder
when mine is the one you want
whose hand do you reach to hold?

I know you're lonely sometimes
out there in all your space
and some faces are just too hard to let go
Especially when you
don't really know if you want them replaced.

Darling, don't think I'm naiive
I don't need you
and you might not need me
But, this is our fork in the road
The weeds from the seeds of the words you've sown
put us a short distance away
from a sad demise.

So
Don't you forget
my offer stands
Even though you don't deserve it
my forgiveness is yours
Drop it
or take it
You hold it in your hands.