SsOmNiNlEeT

I slash the page with stone-hard strokes in ink
To release the visage of my lost Irene.
She left me alone in this room to think
Why she smiled at the window then leapt from the scene.

I know that I loved her with my heart entire,
Yet I could not completely meet her needs.
I hope she found that which she did desire,
But hope won’t soften the sorrow hope breeds.

Simple actions seem skewed in love’s domain,
I guess what I did I did not do right.
She showed me my failures, left me with pain,
Every night her exit tortures my sight.

I’ll finish this portrait of her sweet face,
Then burn that smile of hate and leave no trace.