Crying In The Night Poem by Robert Johnston

It's over now- our good love has died.
I cry in the night for what truly was.
The pain that I feel burns so bad-
but it's my fault that I feel this way.

I wish that I could take back my words,
but I cannot, for I can't change the past.
My heart bleeds unchecked from my actions,
and if I must die from my pain, then I die.

The world will go on without our love,
but I do not think that I can do so.
If only I could take you back and say
that I was wrong, and that I am sorry.

It's over now- the world simply must revolve.
Mine is a tragedy, but only one of millions.
I will find another in good time, truly.
Until then, my only companion will be pain.