Oh, lost love, to me come near
and let me feel your presence here;
let me know that you still care;
don’t stand so far away and stare.
I feel your judgment on my life;
it cuts to the quick as with a knife.
Is it you who judges me
or is it from my own I seek to flee?
The door shut for eternity came fast
and all the dreams perished in a flash;
I made apologies time after time,
but I wasn’t granted that one last time.
I regularly said how much I loved you,
but you were gone and my oaths — too few.
*idea from a poem by Christina Rossetti