She's Gone Poem by Jude Uchella

My head lies buried
in palms of misery,
and my eyes fraught with endless water,
my heart is ripped apart,
surely gone to Davy Jones locker.
Like a thunderbolt
our love has come and gone,
and you, my lady
have left me forlorn.
Drowned in reminiscence,
bespangled with melancholy,
drifting to madness,
far from salvation.
We seemed a quintessence
of lovebirds,
an epitome of perfection,
you the queen and I the king,
overly in love
in our little domain
that now belongs to the past;
a memory fading very fast.