Grains of Sand

I wish you understood the mess you left behind.  I wish you knew the power and inflicted damage behind your leaving.  I never knew there to be a summer free of blazing warmth.  Some kind of magic you brought.  The truth of the matter is, the sky was free of fire for more than I ever thought possible.  Cold.  Cold and alone is what you left, the hope I held for so long nothing more than grains of sand piled atop my feet.  But you don't, you never did.

Years passed and not a single thing had changed.  Do you regret?  Do you apologize for any of it?  I can almost guarantee you still believe yourself to have played no part in my breaking.  Blind.  Blissfully blind to any of your faults.  How blind was I to believe, how dumb was I to fall?  Never should I have allowed you the power to take me over.  Thank you, I've learned better now.