I started mourning my love the day it was born Unlike a mother Eager to watch her children grow into something beautiful I loathed it I felt it dragging me through the trenches of loss and regret Painfully Gracefully Digging through my freshly healed scars Again I missed the time when love was something to celebrate To enjoy Instead I could feel the warmth of my tears on my cheeks, taste them on my lips I could see her leave every time she'd arrive Like everyone did before So my love became grief And I thought I could see in the future Silly me, I was locked in the past