Items in a paper bag

Items in a paper bag,

my clothing smells like you.

Inhale sweet memories,

candle lights, and the melding of two.

A way with words,

right straight from our hearts.

Culminating in that electric spark

of a first touch on that couch,

so long ago.

The mending of hearts,

their journeys entwined.

moving hand in hand,

the final lines of

two finished chapters,

are written.

A new book started,

together as one.

Do you remember, making love?

Third floor window,

under moon and stars

above.

Taking down walls,

to nurture, so pure.

To cover those scars

that we have endured.

Together. 

How did it go wrong?

An angel let down.

Words cannot undo

what has been wrought.

Ashamed.

You cried for help,

and I did not hear.

How did I let what we had

get ruined by fear?

Blinded.

What was I afraid of?

too deep in my head.

I should have taken your love

that you gave me instead;

for courage.

You needed strength,

A rock to support.

A foundation to hold

and not to warp.

Broken.

My heart aches 
for what could have been

I have failed you dear

and for that, I regret.

Deeply.

The tears that you show,

that stream down your face

are because of me,

and my ghastly mistake.

I'm sorry.

I will become a stronger man,

because it is a need.

I want to have a family, 

and I want it to succeed.

Happily.

Reflecting is not easy, 

and for this I take the blame
One thing that I do know is 

I hope that we can rise again.
Strong. 

Although it may not happen,

and you may build up your wall,

What we had was special

and we should not forget at all.

Hope.

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