...Eventually Washed Away Poem by Ernest Cook

I guess I wasn't good enough,
Not who you always wanted.
And as you sleep tonight,
I''ll lie awake haunted.

Your flaming desire was put out
By the new sea of another.
And now I sit alone.
I'm just a lost lover.

Maybe you were all lies.
Maybe you told the truth.
But it doesn't matter now.
There's nothing I could do.

At first I was in denial,
Then there was nothing I could say.
And that wave of flaming desire?
It eventually washed away...