Icons Of The Mind

Was I that blind?
That I did not see you holding out your hand,
wanting and waiting for me to take it,
to guide you into my life.
Was I wanting someone else, something else?
When what I needed was staring right back at me?

I was a fool, I longed for someone else,
someone who didn't want me as I wanted her.
I was blind, to not see you standing there,
I just didn't see what you had to offer me,
Icons in my mind, etched in stone,
carved from my wishes and not from the firm -
hand of reality.

And now I am alone,
you waited forever until now,
you went away, vanished, as if
you had never waited for me.
Maybe that is what I deserve,
I didn't think of you when you wanted me,
why should I presume you would keep -
waiting for me.

These icons in my mind, slowly like a vacuum,
dispersing..emptiness transparent,
nothing to take its place.
I can only now, hope for mercy,
and a second chance.