I’m beginning to believe,

You’re not really,

That in love with me.

More in love,

With a past memory.

In love with,

Who I used to be.

In love with,

 the girl,

I was twenty years ago.

The woman I am now,

You really don’t know.

I hear the hesitation in your voice,

To totally commit.

If I’m honest with myself,

It hurts quite a bit.

I should be fair to you,

And release you from

This spell. 

I should accept that I can’t

Turn back time,

Or refill this empty well.

Once a passion we felt

And no one else would do.

But I gave that all up foolishly.

I shouldn’t expect so much from you.

You moved on as did I.

Looking back at what could have been.

Makes me want to cry.

I had it all in you.  You loved me like,

No once else could.

So I no longer hurt you,

I know I could let you go.

And probably really should

But hope keeps me going and believing

This chapter is not yet done.

That perhaps a new chapter

Has really just begun.

I fear my heart would;

No longer beat wildly

In my chest.

If I were ever to lay this;

Relationship to rest.

Am I being unfair to you expecting more

Then you can give?

And if you leave me,

How can I live? 

My heart would break,

You should know.

At the very thought,

Of letting you go.