My second error

Was supposing you wanted

To be whole again.

“Heads or tails?” they asked,

A matter of perspective,

How foolish was I….

You would be surprised

Just how much darkness and pain

Can dwell within the meek.

Telling you my past

Hoping you were my future

Was my first mistake.

To Paris, a promise

Broken one-hundred times, hence

Impossible choice.

To each a candle

Varying in length and life

To light another.

Oft times there are scars

That hide beneath the surface

Only few can see.

Some days evil wins

Other days, good will triumph

Relish the challenge.

Twenty years spent caged

With the song bird flying free

Oh, the irony.

Sing to me a song

A memory we have lost

At infinite cost.