Never Move On Poem by Beatrice Preti

and there were so many things that were left unsaid
on that cold summer’s night, when you were found dead
the endless complaints of a purebred heart
that drown in its blood as it crumbles apart
each time that I think of the time that we’ve lost
my mind fades away, and my love starts to rust
i’d dream of an angel, if you lead a different life
but your soul was tortured, full of anguish and strife
sometimes i forget the blow that’s been dealt
all the pain i endured, the heartbreak i felt
but when it rushes back, my heart fails again
and, for a moment, i, too, am dead
yes — sometimes, in silence, i’ll spare a tear
for the hurt and the guilt, the anger, the fear
but never too many, for you are still dead
at least in this life, in this world, in my head,
but not in my heart, because i can’t accept
that you are gone — no, not while i still have these regrets
but i cannot reach you, no words for your ears
all the things i can’t say come out in my tears
and maybe i’m broken, but you’ll always be gone
and, try as i might, i can never move on