Things of past

Is it too late?

Has too much passed in-between us?

Too much hate and mistrust?

 Can we not mend from this tare?

These questions aren’t needed,

I already know the answer.

It will always be there.

A hole, a divide between you and I.

I will always be in a hidden despair.

I tell everyone “I am fine.”

It has become a common line.

I’m not sure how I can go on.

I find it difficult to sleep.

I feel weak and want to weep,

But these tears that seem to never come would break my mask.

Oh that haunting mask of smiles and laughter,

It is deceit, a lie.

One I constantly deny.

I’m dead inside and at times even wonder why…

But I know it’s because of the mistakes I’ve made.

And even more the mistake of losing you.