Many Regrets.

A little touch of heartache,
As I look up to the sky,
Wishing I could let you go,
Before we say goodbye.

We knew we'd never last so long,
But part of me now fades,
Watching as you walk away,
Across the forest glades.

So much that I never said,
Too scared to say those words,
Would they even change a thing?
I'd split them into thirds.

The first, the 'I', important part,
The 'me' that clings to you,
Without it, this seems meaningless,
Without it, quite untrue.

The second, 'love', that scary word,
Baring soul out wide,
Once this word has passed my lips,
Can no longer run and hide.

The final word, a breath so sweet,
The 'you' that makes the phrase,
Leaves me hanging onto it,
In a quiet, dumbstruck daze.

But now the time has come and gone,
I watch you walk on through,
Wishing I had said those words:
Because I do love you.