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In this script, upon this reprieve

I will write away my regrets to you

I'd hope for you to know them now

As you shall never lay eyes on this,

This apology.

It's a wicked thing, it does so much

Or it may not do anything at all

But it will mean a little something,



To me, at the very least:



You came to me from somewhere far behind

Places I had truly cast aside

And I had little to say, but I watched you

And basked in all that you had become

You struck me so, and I use that word

Because it suggests a power to me

A power to compel and hold

The gaze that wanders so fruitlessly

We connected there, time went along

And we found each other later on,



Bliss enveloped us for a while.



But as it was made, we were a temporary pair

Who wore a temporary disguise

And as it left us, cold and damp,

We looked each other in the eyes,



And realized the miles that kept us apart.



Friends aside, the group divides

And raise their borders to fend off the past

We were no more, no longer in throes

And you made sure that it stayed as it had become:



Completed.



I couldn't accept it then, I struggle to now

The begging child within still screams so loud

The summer's passed, your hand withdrawn

The winter creeps, your image gone

But I've kept on moving and done my share

To strengthen my worth to the nobody's stare

The space you've left has yet to mend

But it's getting there,

It's getting there.



And I'm sorry;



I took your presence lightly, for granted and for good

Allowed it all to wander much further than I should

I told myself you'd stay near me for as long as I'd allow

I was sure you'd never leave me until I told you when and how

But you are not a toy to me, you feel it just as I

Your dedication wavers every time you cry

The warmth that had bound us was turning to a chill

It had frozen to a pointlessness that was staying oh so still



I truly did my best for you, I held it all so close

Despite my faults I pined for you, and sustained myself on hope

Honest was my lover's praise, I spoke to you no lies

But you would not accept my words and I would grant no rise

I hoped of nothing but the best and did it all for you

But a lovesick edge may seem so sad as I just pass on through

You held me off with jealous spit and accused me of the wretch

And the puzzled look that painted me would always seem to bend;



The mistakes I made were all attempts to reach a better youth

But I can see as you saw then that it all laid bed the truth

I meant no harm, no, not at all but it was hard to get it out

You pushed me then so to and fro and I was always falling down,



You completed me for three years time

Just to cast yourself away

A better match that suited you

Would lead our love to wilt,

But I hope that you somewhere feel

The soft of your past day

Perhaps one day we'll shake our hands

And accept it all for thrill.



I loved you then, I love you now,

My voice has grown so hoarse

It'll hurt me now like it hurt me then

As the venom runs its course

We weren't meant, in this world

And that is all that is

But I thought of you, the greatest thing

That ever passed through this.



And some day later I'll write a song

And I'll seal with it with my lips

And I'll move myself to a better new

And I'll remember you for it.



You've inspired, you hurt me so

You granted me my wish

You were the center to my command

You were my greatest kiss



You gave me meaning and tore it down

You made me something more

You lent me shelter and rained for days

You waited by the door



You showed me pleasures beyond my grasp

You made it hard to breathe

You laid in here with me so often

Your absence is hard to see



You were the end to my beginning

You've gone and left me here

But I know it's best to leave it stay

And accept it year by year



I've gone along to new enchantments

But none have come so near

The uselessness that clouds them all

Makes you seem so clear



The muse in sight, it's not so right

But it's all I've got for now

I'll do my best to change without

The call to arms you'd sound.



I hope you feel it, the purest me

Was all that I gave to you

I indulged too far and lost my head

Just as you did too



But we'll move on, to sooner ends

And go so far beyond

And I'll always remember, of the friend

With whom I fell in love.



From your former,

Robert Dominic Ventre Jr.