Riposte

We had our time and now it has passed

What was sewn was reaped and the harvest did not last.

We must finally let go of what all we amassed. 

Yet you have not, instead your gauntlet was cast.
These words serve as the response to your broadcast.
'Disingenuineness' is what you see when you look to the past?
I see a genuine attempt to yield what was asked.
I was unable to and my heart began to contrast.
I was not able to match you and the wound turned fast.
Looking back, if I could I forecast
I would relinquish your heart ache and then surpassed.
But I cannot, which yields remorse that we did not last.