The End Of Me

Too long I've seen and heard your grief,
Oh heart that sits inside
The love you felt, however brief,
Was washed out in the tide.

What remains now is shadow like,
A scar no other sees,
Cherished once, now poison like,
To what would make you free.

I'd tell you if I thought you'd listen,
I'd show if you could see.
To escape now our future's written,
Would be the end of me.

odc