Shadows of time.

I remember that night in bed, the way she curled her toes,
As now I watch her leaving shadow grow.

I hit her in flash of rage,
she left me feeling out of place.

If words could fill the spaces in time,
and if I could make this poem decently rhyme.

Now,she lives in her own accord,
and I push  myself every moment,to my heart's discord.

But,sometimes,when I notice her eyes no longer shine,
with the fire of desire they once had for mine.

I let my monster out of the leash,
Now,they tell me I'm sick,it's a disease.

Her shadow's grown by bounds and leaps,
they're too far apart,the distances she keeps.

It's too late now,to say please,too sorrow torn,
As I watch her shadow,almost gone.