The Poet Of The Pyrenees

I miss David more than I can explain
I look outside and it’s rain
And it was always sun when he was around
Like he gave meaning and life to sound
And he burst colour into the scene
As though I was alive within the dream
And now all is dull and grey
And what is it that people say
Life is what you make it
And love is deep so don’t forsake it
But I don’t know how to utter your name
Without making you take the blame
For all that we could never be
I saw you down on one knee
Proposing to me
But you laugh in my face and the indignity
Of the moment have me cracking open
The shell that was the kernel of hoping
For more than just words on the page
And the silent rage
Pounds against the walls of my castle
And I wonder is romance worth the hassle
If it means I must go up against
Your past and your present tense
And maybe you’ll never know what it meant
When you accepted the letter I sent

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