When love is taken away
by one who professed their love,
What's left for one to feel?
A slap from an empty silk glove.
That glove once held your hand
which also held my heart;
a heart which loved you dearly,
& sincerely 'til you decided to depart.
Loneliness has an ageless face;
what once was two, now one.
The stars at night, the clouds of day;
Nature's beauty seems all undone.
The world's luster now dimmed,
to awake brings only dread.
Please God, grant me the favor
of ridding her memory from my head!
You no longer deserve my love
which you tossed carelessly away.
The single thought which carried me
is that tomorrow's another day.
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