Crippled Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My heart,
Aches.
My eyes fill with tears.
My arms are vacant.
My steps are weakened.
And I can not eat.
With wishes to hear a voice,
From me that has disappeared.

I am not sure what this is I have.
And sick inside I am with it.
However,
I am beginning to connect the symptoms.
There is evidence...
I am sure of this.
And it is sitting,
Remaining to convince me...
As it takes residence in my mind!
I am missing you.
And I do my best to keep that denied.
Oh...
What a liar I am.

You did say I would,
Miss you.

'You are going to miss me one day!
More than you now realize.'
One day to me you said.
To now yearn for you to fill an empty bed.

And I thought you were being dramatically poetic! ?
You weren't!
And I did not get it.
Now I do...
As I limp with crushed emotions.
Stewed in a hopelessness,
Brewing in deep hunger.

Never did it dawn on me,
You would leave me to become crippled...
With desires just to feel your touch and kiss,
As we reminisce dreams...
No longer shared!