it was a good question to have, i thought.
i wanted to know what to do to get her back.
what i had to accomplish, what i had to show for myself,
to be able to hold her in my arms, and call her mine again.
you looked me in the eyes.
and, taking mental inventory of all i had to offer:
the days we spent together,
the time i waited for you,
the love i gave you freely,
and the forgiveness.
and the regret i never claimed.
the corruption i set upon myself.
you looked me in the eyes,
and you turned me away.
you had decided i was not worth the effort anymore.
what i had was not enough.
things had become too complicated.
maybe all i have to accomplish,
is getting over you.
