Chronicles of a Man Abandoned

Waking up to blinding rays,

Clawing at his bedspread,

Reminding him of what he lost.

 

He remembered her smile, the curve of ruby red,

her kiss, a silky dream,

her touch, a brush of porcelain on his nerves.

He remembered the way they floated up among the stars.

 

It all ended without warning.

 

She told him,

Without any tears in her eyes;

"You've been good to me,

But my heart's given me something better."

 

She left a scarf on the dresser, red and soft,

The one thing she forgot to take with her,

The one memory he has left of her.

 

Now he lies there, with a hole burnt into his heart,

Filled with both longing and hatred;

"How could she do this to me?"

Betrayed, abandoned,

He thought he had his star,