A Lover's Lament

by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA-USA)

I will be brief
If I may
In what I do
In what I say
Your words hurt me
More than you know
I'm leaving now
As blankets of snow
Cover the earth
Beautifully white
Flakes whirling
On a dreary night
It's almost that time
For peace and good will
But I am still hurt
And so I will still
Hold on to my feelings
My anger, my doubt
Wondering as I leave
If you'll figure out
What it means to be left
To be tossed aside
Forgotten, bereft
Alone, without pride
I proclaimed our love
To my family and preacher
But I spoke too soon
You loathsome creature