The Past (2014) Poem by M.W. Styner

With every scar I gave,
it will take a lifetime to heal.
With every tear shed,
there I drown in hopes that I will be rescued.
With every breath taken,
I suffocated so you will survive.
With every touch,
you felt complete while my soul was left empty.
With every kiss,
warms the heart while the imaginations reach its destination.
Knowing the last sunset will fall on our distant love
So will the shooting star fade from the night sky.