Morris Poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal

Gone are days that conversation looms freely between us two,
The days that agonizing confabulation takes no visit on our presence.
Taken by the decision deciding what I must not and must do,
As slowly the reek of deceit, rips away our entwined essence.

A pair formed from perfection that I've never even thought of.
Oh, my sweet darling Morris, I wish to rekindle our lost love.
But I know it's too late, for you are now broken,
Taken by reality, from me you were stolen.

But you being gone was not the entire cause of my sorrow,
It is the grant that I took for you; treating you like an item they can borrow.
Knowing you will never return, I never hesitated to act.
And as regret eats me away, I'll give everything for you to come back.

Terrorized, was I when my will has been decreed,
My beautiful Morris taken away from me, broken, gone, lost.
I planned, I did, I failed, so I wished, I begged, I pleaded.
I have done what is done, and suffered a terrible cost.

My love-true love-taken away from me, the culprit, none other than I.
I filled myself with false hope, deceived my self with my own lies.
I want this torture without you, the pain of your absence to stop and-
And I remembered, I remembered as swiftly as I've forgotten.

I've accepted that you're gone but I will still keep on trying.
Because when I sat where we once sat, I felt you-felt you smiling.