shame on me

it's like dying a thousand deaths--

letting go of something precious,

something new that has just become part of me.

it's like having both my legs amputated,

that i couldn't help but beg

and pray that He would sprinkle a little miracle.

it's like a little girl having her only doll stolen,

like a chain smoker forever losing his lighter,

like a bee lost in a flowerless desert,

like a beggar tossing away his last coin,

and the list could go on.

they could not capture though

how painful it is for me to let go

of my precious find.

it's more potent than the priest's wine,

sweeter than the sweetest dessert i've ever tasted,

more addictive than a morphine.

yes, you have become my latest addiction,

my favorite mistake,

my choice of sin,

and we've only just begun

to find you too soon gone.

but if it's the right thing to do,

i should have to let go of you

even if it takes a lifetime to get over you.