A poem of desperation

I gave you each pulsation of my heart, in spring, in fall,
My everyday good morning and my life on the whole.
I kept your face line deeply inside,
And devoted to you my devotion, and pride.

Having your promise I asked nothing more,
Waiting for you I wasted myself to the core.
After all the years of being dragged and caught
I still keep my wounds open, rub the salt!

I no more have this feeling of uncertainty since I’m sure
That no a single one is coming for me to cure!
I know you will never again be near,
I know you will never knock my door to appear.

Whatever I do I fail and get apart,
I buried you in the bottom of my heart.
Out of a thousand tastes I'm now enjoying few.
What have you done to me? How really dared you?

I am learning how to be free and release,
How to have my morning coffee with no you to miss.
I now inhale life not bringing up what's been done.

But where has that little girl in me gone?

2011