Have I reduced you to your clever wit?

Was I so blinded by your beautiful words,

so awed by your amazing intellect,

that your true emotions went unheard?

And only later would I finally explore

the reason that you shrank from accolade.

But I was so determined to adore,

I couldn't see beyond what you portrayed.

I'm bleeding on the pages of my past

as memories swirl round my head like silt,

no longer sure if feelings should outlast

the golden recollections that I built.

But if my memory decides to stray

you're long gone now, no matter anyway.