Mourning Love

I started mourning my love the day it was born
Unlike a mother
Eager to watch her children grow into something beautiful
I loathed it
I felt it dragging me through the trenches of loss and regret
Painfully
Gracefully
Digging through my freshly healed scars
Again
I missed the time when love was something to celebrate
To enjoy
Instead I could feel the warmth of my tears on my cheeks,
taste them on my lips
I could see her leave every time she'd arrive
Like everyone did before
So my love became grief
And I thought I could see in the future
Silly me, I was locked in the past