Untitled/Unfinished Poem

[canuckwannabe]

there's a photo
on the wall
in the backroom there
you can just make it out if you look closely

she's
on her hands and knees crawling to you
begging
lovely and fierce
but your face is
turned
away
again
regret and fear
bound together forever in time

will she forget how you smiled
will she forget how you looked on that white horse?
pants torn, fingers bleeding all over the white mane
determination, love in your eyes
all for her
it was all for her

but you got so lost
didn't you?