A Lost Person

I used to know you,
really well.
Then I got blinded,
your beauty got in the way.
I used to understand you,
really well.
But then you
went away
and although I knew why,
it hurt like hell.
At times I feel lost,
sometimes
I think of you so hard,
I believe to know how you feel.
It might be the same
way I feel.
But whatever the change,
I had to let go somehow.
I didn't want to,
but choice was limited.
Now I try to mend,
and move the rocks from shore,
just so I can try and
breath a little.
I hope
with all the change
with all the promises
once made
and lost,
it was
all worth
it.
For me it was.
For me it always
will be.