Tragedy

What we have is a tragedy. A collision of times passing And love restrained. Seven years of hiding, Seven years of feeling. You have tried to love another And I have tried to get over you . . . I could only shake The memories off my head. I can only cover it up With my special feelings. You could only reminisce and regret And now you can only mess my life again. What we have is a tragedy. Much tragic than the story of love lost. It is a story of love denied. And in the process of loving another We find that loving again Is already too late. (November 13, 2001)