Abandoned
Abandoned again I walk alone at the edge of my understanding,
Answers sought in the haze beyond, but none found.
Alive to the pain of my undoing, yet no relief do I seek in forgetfulness,
For small price it is indeed, to cherish those few moments.
Heartache fills quiet moments,
But trade not would I one moment of past sublime,
For release from this present anguish.
Her desire for me remembered deepens my sorrow,
That loss pounds loud in my chest.
As before, I watch for a message announcing her return,
Hoping all the while that it does not arrive.
Copyright © Steve Harris | Year Posted 2014
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