You were my trial.
And I did fail miserably.
There is no going back to mend these things.
Only a moving on.
Yet a piece of hollow shell Is still left here aching with me.
Fragile like all that we were
It has stuck with me like Matilidae
Broken off yet remaining attached
by their strong byssal threads
The loss of moments
where if right things were said
And a wonder at what could have been.
I'm told not to turn back to things that no longer serve me
Yet I mourn those times.
I can only hope we both have found
That happiness we seek