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I sit at a dimly lit table, across from my Love who's heart I broke a time ago.
I want to explain myself to her, and expose myself in the shadow.

I waited because people say more sometime in the dark when its easier to see...
So I sit and listen closely, intently, while she quietly talks to me.

We talk about our life's present gifts and troubles.
We talk about things happening some with ease, some with struggles.

I gaze into her eyes and find it impossible to read her mind.
I think we should delve into conversation and see what we can find.

The picture of sadness, it is true, I broke her heart.
And I owe her many apologies. I just don't know where to start.

Should I apologize for the beginning? What she needed, I couldn't uphold.
Or should I beg my pardons for the ending that tomorrow holds?

Would it be....selfish of me...to keep her until i find...
Another who is right for me, and then leave her behind...

I think what I will do is this; get up and leave her alone.
And as I do I see in her face, her heart has turned to stone.

I turn and walk away from my Love who's heart I broke a time ago.
I don't look back because i fear if i do, I'll never let her go...