A regretful poem

The Waves of Woe

“Repent, therefore, and turn back, that your sins may be blotted out.”

She comes through to me, in glimpses
in between the flowing trees leaves
with her long golden hair, waving wistfully
as the wind picks up, a gentle breeze.
I stumble over the uneven rock
I catch my fall, sit, cry, reminisce —
lost in the thought of leaving her there
to always and forever, miss.
She loved our secret Sunday walks
along the faraway friendly ocean
after, she would giggle at my pillow-talk
with a subtle sensual motion.
She loved searching for a radiant rainbow
following some riveting rain
I truly thought that with me
she was rid of all her past pain.

Oh! Let me kiss those feet once more
those she often tread so nakedly with —
frustrated, kick up the dust, break down the door
As I placate to all: Don’t believe any myth!
We just have to believe, keep the faith
She’ll come back, she is safe. She is well!
I’m almost convinced too…