Farewell (Part 1)

How can I have
Loved so much and lost,
Yet not realised it
Until this day?
Does Winter's grip
Always bring these regrets?

I am cold now,
Chilled to the depths
By my error, my stupidity.

I swore I would never
Write like this again,
To waste ink on such petty
Imitations as these.

I am old, and young,
Stiffled by this time
And my place within it.
I yearn to be elsewhere,
Another person, my
History re-written.

Is this my curse?
To write and realise only
When too much, oh too much
Time has passed,
And I am left a
Fool, scribbling my
Inadequacy upon a page?

Farewell.