#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
Only if the streak of luck was mine
We wouldn't have fought!

I can never forget that jinxed day,
When you the Crux of my Life made your way
On a long journey to meet your maker!

I am your criminal as I couldn't plumb the depths of your grief!
You poor mite was immersed in the state of Dolour
And I the unsympathetic monster couldn't smell the false odour
Forgetting the fact that you were a gentle leaf,
Who...