Abandonment, a poem by Ann Christine Tabaka at Spillwords.com
Bruno van der Kraan



written by: Ann Christine Tabaka



Cold morning,
you are now the compilation of my life.

Abandoned in my lone bed,
the rejection is complete.

Daybreak now
a sorrowful time of disillusion.

As I count out the moments
since we last combined.

Not mere days, but months
meld into years.

An endurance
of sorrow and regret.

Relegated to the forgotten …
I despise the night!

How the pain fills me with dreams
of a yesterday when we still knew love.

you are a cruel master,
you take away all treasures.

He is forever
gone from my arms.

Cold morning.
How I miss your warmth.

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