Poetry: You Left Me
You were to stay
on the eve
of our love
instead
you left me
to live desolate
within dark days
it is not
clear the whys
of your ways
you left me
while I lived
to love you
dreary is the
grave of grief
cold its embrace
you left me
to ache bereft
imbued with angst
never telling me
the whys
of your ways
so I cling
to the sting
of happier days.