Her Face

Her face in my dreams
is beginning to fade
as the days turn to years
and years to decades.

Memories of the life
we once shared
disappear and what
remains leaves me scared.

How I would love
to be able to return
so that from my mistakes
I would be able to learn.

It is always too late
to count the cost
of a love you have
mistreated and then lost.

Now as I am
left here alone
I am haunted by
a past that I cannot disown.

woman in black shirt inside dark room
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