What could I have done to keep you around?
My repentances will nibble from my toes to the tips of my ears
I’ll burn my barn to kill the rats
Because blazing for eternity
is easier than the steady bleed
of loving you still.
Your absence is haunting.
I’ll pull the wool over my eyes again
and let myself drown
Because sinking for eternity
is easier than the throbbing heartache
of loving you still.
How selfish of me—
to regret not holding you,
to mourn what I knew not of you,
to loathe those who hurt you.
I cherish you still,
my Valentine.
by Emil H.