Strains of worry
Strains of melancholy
Traces of sorry
I can’t be there
Strains in which
Nobody won
& everything else,
Came undone
Lines which hinted
Forevermore.
However none to kingdom
I used to be yours
Strains that etched
In my mind within my own,
Whilst I used to be misplaced
With out a way
I held those strains
To my chest
Praying for us
To appear next,
Lines became a door
As you unnoticed
All the love
That I forswore.