Faceless Enemy

Tear drops puddle on the paper as i cry over what never was.
What never could of been.
What i was foolish to believe in.
What i never should of opened up to.
An idea.
An ideal.
A feeling, a chemical reaction.
A word more frighting than hell itself.
The chill of the spine, the mental exhaustion.
The freeze frame of your face burned into my memory.
The broken clock that helps me sleep at night.
The burn of the love letters in the winter wind.
The smell of disaster in the air.
A faceless enemy.
We never had a chance.
Not even a glimpse.
I watched it flutter away without ever thinking "What if?"
Slipped through my fingers, just out reach.