Repenting Love

My head shall look downward in prayer,
As he passes me by.
I pray for his soul, not mine,
As the path he followed,
Led to no where,

From the empty shell he chose to live in,
Where no life was felt,
Only an existence lived in regret,
From where love once breathed,
He gave to no tomorrows.

Left only to live waiting for the day,
When he meets his maker,
It 'tis then when my head shall rise,
When his eyes finally meet mine,
As I stand by my father.

A time when realization begins,
Repenting the love, he decided to end.,
To remember, what could have been.

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