Ached alone, hurt and weeping,
Yearning for the company I was seeking,
Pushed away by the one I was keeping.
And summer lost its brightest hue,
No explanation, just desperation,
To return to a life he once knew.
Autumns day was short and fast,
His pseudo-love for me would not last,
Yet still I kept and provided for him,
Even when winters evening grew so dim.For him the grass was always greener,
His desire for a greater life now keener,
I fought too hard and bore the scars,
To keep a man already lost, in eternal spring.
I feel no pity for this man,
No longer do I love or hate him,
Indifference is now my only feeling,
My beating heart no longer reeling.The light of a clear blue morning beckons,
In this life I’ve learned many lessons,
The sun again has shown to me its face,
And now no longer will I fall from grace.
He is gone but I am still here,
Yet no care nor anything do I now feel,
All he left was a comma, on a blotted page,
In a fairytale chapter of a long ago age.