written by: Ann Christine Tabaka
you are now the compilation of my life.
Abandoned in my lone bed,
the rejection is complete.
a sorrowful time of disillusion.
As I count out the moments
since we last combined.
Not mere days, but months
meld into years.
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.
How I miss your warmth.
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