You were mine
And I loved you,
As you deserved to be loved,
There was this charisma about you,
That inspired more than love.
I never told you this,
For fear that you would laugh
And leave me standing there
Like a passenger without a fare,
Who had missed the bus.
You never did feel the same way,
So we drifted far apart
Where the land is dry,
And the sea is grey,
And Solitude paves the way
To all of Misery's Start.
Goodbye, my one and only,
My forever Love.
A drift, the nigh grows
Cold and lonely, now
The pain is just too much....
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A piece that pierces the heart slowly, with an irrepressible poignancy. I enjoyed the conversational tone of the start, mimicking the character of life, then threading the sharp edge of a blade honed with poetic vision to the center of our shared, resonating pain of lost love. Bravo, good poet.