There I sat, waiting, waiting for him to come.
The old oak with the mahogany swing creaked
Back and forth.
My eyes drooping with sadness as I waited for
Him to come home.

He left one day when all were made.
I pleaded with the array of dropping
Saltwater falling for him not to go.
He held me with a feeling of sorrow
As he said I love you.
My eyes went blank with darkness.

I arose to the texture of salt in my mouth,
And my face sticky with goo.
He was no longer here, my one and only.
His aroma had faded from the living area
And his things missing.
I deteriorated back into darkness, for
Light was too twisted for me to bear.

Days left, seasons changed and I was
Nearing my last hopes.
I no longer felt happiness, knew no
Pleasure, for nothing would suffice.
I was there at our old oak tree where
We would eat and dream, until, the
Sound of a taxi whizzing by and a
Shut of door awoke me.
A man of long raven hair and sandy
Skin walked over. That’s when I heard
Those solemn words.
I love you.