And with that,
Your final words,
You just left me,
On my own.
For days and days,
I reached for you,
But I couldn’t find,
Your slightest touch.
I then learned,
Why you left,
But I don’t feel,
Like not loving yet.
Though you may,
Not feel the same,
My love for you,
Will always stay.
Next to you,
I shall stand,
For if you find,
My love again.
Thomas Fuller