I saw her in a vision –
an image of perfection –
I know her to be real
yet unreal there.
So many things could happen
but not one did –
and I am left here now, alone –
the love has burst out from me –
it ran out like a river –
it flushed all goodness out
in all its passion.
All it left was dregs;
the heavy, dark remains
that I am left to tend
here all alone.
you gone.