Solstice Lost

I thought you were the end for me,
my Clementine.
I thought my days of fruitless search were
at an end.
Our paths were crossed, and yet
never at any given point.
Our messages lost along
the way.
Now you're gone from me,
my Clementine.
Beautiful peace you've taken
and inner war within myself
you left behind.
My love is gone away from me,
my Clementine.
Sweet dreams of your embrace
no more I see.
Goodbye, my love, my dear,
my Clementine.
Still I seek to find
just how I lost you exactly.
even if to set my
burning, failing heart to rest.
I care for you still,
my Clementine.
How in vain I wish so strongly
for my wrongs to be put right.
How I strain to hear nameless whispers
of your subtle timbre
wafted on by
uncaring, unfeeling
brutal winds.
You left me there,
thhinking only how I
failed you.
thinking only of my wrongs...
You knew not then, and still know not
my passions leashed and yearning.
You know nothing of
frustrated speech held back
by a tongue too afraid
to reveal itself further.
You do not see a heart given freely to be yours;
yet if only you did not have to test me....
If only I were aware of my failing...
If only is all I have left now,
my Clementine.

The words come forth no longer.