Afterthought of Regret

I am eager for my voice to transcend space

And find the comforting haven of your ear

I am eager to dissolve

The space between there and here

Your body; rolling white hills and an ivory mind

Your soul; a wish to eagerly find

Staring into your eyes; jewels of thought

Revealing a land; an ocean Devine

Those very depths, as they would quench this flame

Yet I am incomplete; with unfinished frame

Where complexity, indecision and confusion reign

How will I see the day when you and I are the same?

So I bow my head to the afterthought of regret

And my voice traverses no physical plane

If it does, it does so in error and vain

And the transient of you passes me by once again

Yet I simply cannot forget

You’ve already burned into my memory

Cut through my psyche

Every picture of you forever inside me

Eventually Ill scream inside

Trying to unfasten the hooks

You unwillingly, unwittingly, and unsparingly

Thrust in to my mortal fiber; broken the atrium door

Yelling childish reluctancies

Progressively adultish redundancies

Thinking they will resonate and relieve me,

Reverberate for a period of time within me

Then your face in front of mine…

I cannot deny these hooks their residence

From such a being with her inconceivable beauty

Ripping these hooks out would surely kill me