No More
It’s been two years since you last went away.
I asked myself, why did you have to go?
Why did you not just stay for one more day?
If it’s my fault, you should have told me so.
Nights are so long since we parted in May,
but I still think of you all through the day.
I blame myself for not making you stay.
When I just close my eyes, I see your face;
pictures of you, your scent, your lips, your love,
which draws me close to you, then we embrace.
Now all of that is gone, this long lost love.
You gave me love, then you took love away.
I hate you for having loved me this way.
But that’s because you are my one true love.
Lionel L
(29 Jan 1998)
