I knew before now I’d have to let you go,
Say good-bye, heave an anguished sigh,
Yet never imagined picking up the pieces
Of this torn lease on life so rife with pain
And suffering in torment of loneliness,
With sanguine platitudes in false attitude
Of assurance of better days still in store,
Though your eyes tore my heart in two
When at last you proved to be so untrue
To love, loyalty and the dignified royalty
Of your right-born, high-heavenly nature
Now lying like dark blood soaked cloak
Discarded old and worn on earthen floor
Let it flow, the old, life-sapping feeling. The knowledge that one didn’t attain a life’s nobility is more than countered by your own nobility.
Thank you so very much, my friend! Blessings to you!