Sometimes

I sometimes still think about you

and how this place is now shaded in blue

I try to extricate and think of what I can do

 Deliberately believing all else is untrue

I sometimes still think of the soul that burned

Curiosity & longing, one day you will return

Meanwhile, I hunt for comfort in foreign’s herd

Catching limerence but nothing is earned

 I sometimes think this feels nouvelle

 It would have been easier if we just bid farewell

 Losing faith as I am under your spell

 I remain seated in this silence to compel

 I sometimes ponder when Love & Hate meets

 Would you still hope this piece of puzzle fits?

 I can no longer withstand, I must acquit

Like chasing shadows when the matchstick lit

 I sometimes still think that this must end

 Mangled tapestry that I have yet to mend

Now I understand what my mother meant

That a man should love you with prime intent