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.