Let down

I thought you were a shadow if fatigue touched me and when I came to you with a wound, you would withdraw
And I lived nurturing fulfillment in you, believing that promises, if spoken, would draw near.

But my good thought of you tomorrow and they are if you were weaker than dreaming of anguish
I repeatedly forgave you every slip of a dagger and said that one day he would return with the most appropriate

So I didn't come back and my pains for you stood, but you used to cry my steps whenever you went
Do not return, the debris left of passion does not fix it one day, sorry to weep