The Mourning Retrieve Poem by Anika dang

You took piece of me when you went,
no fate but purposely intend,
Of all impeccable, lovely, wild flowers
which were loaded with heavy scents
Though nothing we had which would've bent,
the deserted sea of sand,
The calm and darkness of deep content.
But,
I sat for long
pretending to be strong
I sat for long
Listening to heart's song
Waiting for poor love to be saved and spent
I lost my soul, in prison I pent
Now,
When drowning had taught me to float
Liberation is a new promissory note
You retrieved
You retrieved
To infer that which is all now spent
When you were the one Who
breached the trust with fraudulent intent
Shoving me to the turbulence
Shoving me to the rememberence