Soup.

You and I were the best team, we could've been in the major leagues.
I wanted us forever, as I know that we were destined to be together.
You were my hands when my own forgot how to feel,
the cure for my wounds that never seemed to want to heal.

My vision obscured by enemies I could not see,
as I sat cross legged and prayed for clarity in a field of broken dreams.
I didn't hear well enough to listen to your fears.
I had grown accustomed to ignoring any sense or logic.

So it's no surprise now that I've been forgotten.
The only taste I know is bitterness now, its acidity more acrid with each blow.
Falling apart without security is not reassuring,
as I am covered in doubts that keep me from blooming.

Open my mouth to speak,wanting to beg you to stay,
though I've lost the words that could keep you from slipping away.
I beg of you to give us one more chance but then
question how I could ever change the circumstances.

Separated now, my ego is to blame for dousing our love with
gasoline then watching idly as it was swallowed by flames.
We were both important but became imprisoned by all the things we never said;
the silence became the norm as we were devoured by the underlying sense of dread.

Darkened by our union, we lost it all in a few haunting nights.
The days that followed only revealed that nothing could make us right.
All our desires burned and became ashes from the wildfires that we started but never put out.
Passion stripped away, left me naked and afraid,

I didn't know the words that could somehow convince you to stay.
Now I stand alone, surrounded by fog that has replaced your presence.
Without a good defense, I am reduced to tears as I mourn your loss alone.
It's awfully cold without your arms around me; you were the soup that warmed my soul.