It Comes to Pass

Sitting in this soothing dark
Listening with bitter heart.
Your voice an angel
A silken boon,
A reminder that it ended soon.
That melancholy song you’d sing
With raspy voice, just whispering.
A flame too bright
It could not last,
Fire without kindling
Comes to pass.
As time goes by I’ll listen close
And remember what I could have chose.