794 Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I cannot fall in love again,
I do not think I'm able.
For I gave what was myself to her,
And now I am unstable.
I am to blame for what's become,
None but myself at fault.
I've fled 794 miles from my guilt,
But it only took three weeks to get caught.
I miss our constant bickering,
I miss our making plans.
I miss discussing literature,
I miss her saying I liked stupid bands.
Looking around at status quo,
I wish I could go back.
But because I cannot fix the past,
Any hope for a future I lack.