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.

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