Love

I wish I had angels 
of mercy chained to me, 
And not demons of deceit 
singing to me fiction 
that there is still hope. 
 
Do I wake and continue to try 
in the vain hopes 
of a reunion between 
a beating heart and a future 
of serenades and smiles? 
 
Let the sunset carry 
the missing moments 
that sank like bitter rocks 
in the vengeful tides 
that unfolded for me. 
 
Let me be swept away 
to somewhere where our song 
still floats in the wind 
and the light still shines 
as I reconsider existence.

Visiting a life left behind