I want to rage, to pour my wrath on you,
Like a sudden storm on a day of blue.

I dream of anger, like a child denied,
Whose sweet treat was almost tasted, then snatched aside.

I yearn to be hurt, so your eyes I’ll not recall,
To drown in bile because you didn’t call.

I wish to tear our photos into pieces, to burn them to ash,
And scatter the remains like sands in a flash.

But memory is stronger; when I close my eyes tight,
Your voice returns as if heard last night.

You’ve echoed within me, lighting my dark,
Warming my cold refuge with your fiery spark.

I cannot be angry, though I try as I might,
I know I’ll forgive any folly, however slight.

You’re yet to decide if love or fear will guide,

But I’ll patiently wait, for our love can’t be denied.