With nothing left to hope for,
I got up and left you there.
I walked the path so simple,
ignored the one that "wanted wear".
Costly vows of ignorance
haunt me nightly in my head.
I feel your hand upon my face,
and wake sweating in my bed.
I feel the pillow next to mine,
no curly hair I touch.
And when my arms search 'round the bed,
no handsome man I love so much.
Watching endless moonlight,
your shadow lurking in my room.
I'm insulted by my innocence,
it's my fault you left so soon.
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One question: The Frost reference in this poem...well placed or trashy and cheap? I can't decide. I think I like it though.
