What we still have

When I slip into the Dark
When I dream a cold, black dream,
Also, I can't free myself when
I'm lonely for someone . . .
And fear that her Love for me
Has Died.
Enter the pain
Then leave it behind --
I hate myself but that's unkind,
I Hate the Loves I never reached
But forget the Love that's in my grasp.
Or a friendship that will
Never pass into the Void . . .
I let it go and
Let it go . . .
I let it take to wind and wing
It always comes back again
I find that to fill fear
With Trust
Will alway
Conquer my rage
And self imposed shame
And pitiful recollection.
When I think of things we used to do
Then think of these "Never again,"
I reach inside my silent space . . .
That place that never changes.
I let myself recognize
What we have done is,
Not nearly as,
Important as what we,
Still have.