Would we ever have got past the ‘seven-year itch’?
Would our bed have become a bed of death?
I guess we’ll never know
Why did we give up on us too easily , me and you
Couldn’t we have fought harder to save our love?
I suppose life and distance always seemed to get in the way
Yet despite this no one could ever replace you
You are the frozen prayer, the miracle
I asked for
When my life was missing a piece
I now realise was you
I still speak of you in the present not the past
Because you’ve never really left have you?
You are my biggest regret for I should never have let you go
You are a constant presence that lurks beneath my skin
That stirs whenever I think of you
A temptation I must try to ignore
Mehefin Bolland © 2018