He left like the mystic wind.
One I could not even glance at.
He didn't even turn to see whether I'm his last.
He just left with a laugh.

I wish he could have stayed.
Maybe my life won't have been as empty as a quail.
Waiting for the next rain.
While glitching through my grave.

Your absence since my birth
Makes me think if this is my path
To be sadder than my mate.
God, is this my fate?


To never walk with him down the aisle?
To never see his smile as I stretch my hand?
To be in tears with a memory I don't have?
To look back and see he was never there?
© Gifty Renner