One Leaves, One Loves

I’ll only be grateful, wistful, and sad

For the love we once knew -- and the one we might have had

But isn’t that always the way?

One leaves while one loves, one can’t let go,

And one can’t stay

No fault on either side and much fault in between

When we didn’t say the things we needed

Instead said things we didn’t mean

Longing only to be known, and seen

So forgive me if my grief measures in years

I live with the ghost of us walking here

I live with the shadows of what might have been

If I could have heard you —

And if you could have let me in.