She Is Gone Poem by Pius Didier

Then I sat hanging like a bat
As the moon brightly shone the clouds
And the monsoons swayed the Acacia
She was gone, gone not to come
All I remember was the bitter tears
And a sharp cry that cut my heart apart
Though insignificant the claim felt
I knew she made a sense
But she was lost, lost in the darkness
For when pain of love supasses reason
Fear and doubt becomes an option
She needed to be all alone,
Though it wasn't the best she'd opted
But my mistakes had taken the rough queue
She let my hand go, pulling her fingers away
Gentle they felt, from where I knelt
She slapped me twice, yelled and ran
The slap that awoke my conscience
But she was gone, lost in darkness
How I wish...
How I wish she'd slapped me earlier
For she was a reasonable girl.