Pareidolia Poem by Ibn Ali

I mourned
And buried dreams
Paths I never took, what could have beens
Furnished bare thoughts with embellished scenes
It seems the recollection's dearer than the thing
It seems the longing ferments with every kiss we don't forget
Love drunk and overspent
This is the burden of sin
The bitter aftertaste to what was sweet
It would bring me immense joy to know you pondered over me
Is it bad to say I'm glad 'us' caused you grief
Hate is passion, so any emotion is proof of love you feel
I hate you, could mean, I love you still
We're fettered with loose binds
Tethered with layman's knots, no nautic ties
Love alone is not enough
It's quantified by time
And qualified with loyalty, mercy and trust
Retrospect could paint a blackboard white
What you meant to me can't be explained