Stitch In Time Poem by C.A. Morrow

So is it the pain that meanders through my mind?
Was it the sweet words that I foolishly bled?
Was I only selfish in trying to be kind?
Romance rarely blossoms in a cold bed.

Oh, I've listened intently to all the sad songs
Addressing missed chances over lost love
But reality takes no pity on disguised wrongs
Just as a pigeon can't sigh as a dove.

As the rain weeps incessantly outside
My eyes fill up but tears won't fall
Time slowly passes as love leaves with the tide
Memory climbs in vain to scale my heart's wall.

As the mind tries any brightness to reinvent
As if emotions can be stacked away in a crate
to pay a wiseman's mortgage, or a poor man's rent
Friends avoid these questions, as others, the obvious, state.

But lost love is the soul's fight
Not in cold reality or some faded romantic dream
Life in its bleak grey coat ponders always to right
The heart's bleeding stitches ripped at the seam!