MOURNING, a poem

          I should have mourned her

          when she fell into the abyss

          three torturous years ago

          leaving only forlorn cries

          for a life that once was hers

          I want to go home

          Why am I like this

          Did I do something wrong

          Nobody likes me

          Don’t kill me

          Don’t leave me

          Her sad pleas are silenced

          my heart forever torn

          the time has come to mourn

          she remains in my mind

          lovely, caring, refined

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