Pining

He looked, he saw, he wanted, he got.

That’s how it is in his world.

My arms reach for him but he’s gone

On to greener pastures, other hearts.

While I pine away, writhing in pain,

Longing for his touch, his smell,

Never again to be near my love,

Cast away in darkness, in hell.

Pining

Ginger Lovellette

Henderson, United States

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