To my surprise,
Nothing has changed
Except I may be a little more callous
And a little less romantic.
Shyer but, seemingly just as sincere.
Despite it all, my heart still beats
Though it is frantic and lost.
The sun still shines on me,
Like he always has
And nothing has changed.
Even when I throw myself at whatever can distract me
When I mess up beyond repair
The psychosomatic circles I run in my head
Retracts me
And still nothing changes
Beyond the horizon,
Just over there
Went through this twice in my
Went through this twice in my younger days, and, even decades later, the memory is still as raw as if it happened yesterday. You have described it very well and succinctly.
J-Called