Lost to Me

As I watch you walk down that road,
many thoughts crawl into my head.
About how many times we, you and I,
traversed the same piece of land;
speaking, dreaming, planning, or just, silence.
Our many condolences and secrets bared and shared.
How is it that you can speak to him on our hallowed ground,
watered and blessed by tears from us both?
What is it you tell,
feel,
that I cannot feel with you?
Am I the one to blame; my inadequacies the root of it all?
Or is it a course of life and time; to be again so left behind?
To weep and yet pretend to smile;
wishes of joy where professions of selfishness better match the need.
In my malcontent, there is an underlying greed, of which I know,
and refuse to quench.
But you are my own no longer,
and this I must accept.
Our curt dismissals and rapturous sighs will never revisit us, together.
And while I may soon feel that love again, it will not be with you,
but another.