Poetry: You Left Me

Poetry You Left Me

You were to stay
on the eve
of our love


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.

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