THE ONE I LOST

My heart knows the sharpest sting,
My heart knew the handsomest king.
He was bright,
His love for me right.
I had scored oh so luckily,
The woman forsaken by love previously.
I was happy as any naive child.
Still,
the gods conspired against me,
Soon after,
My king departed.

My heart,
Since has been scattered on every piece of this rug,
My eyes watery from sorrow's stench.
A sorrow so deep my fists I can hardly clench.
I am weak, nothing holds meaning,
Yet, everything I see keeps me grieving.
He bought me those beautiful pearls, We laid on those covers,
I, unable to hold back gratified purrs.
My greatest pain though remains,
For my king is not dead,
For he opted to be just a friend.

Sleep is but a distant mate,
Always late,
And in bits.
I close my eyes and all I see is what we had,
Memories compressed into one dreadful film.
I worry for my sanity,
My heart,
I wish I could rewind,
To the moments when bliss lasted,
To a time when I was always sated.

He is the one I lost,
The one I could have held on at any cost,
I fear I will find no other,
To stitch my countless cuts,
To fulfil my only wants:
Delight and loyalty.
So I will forever carry this grief,
And remain lost,
Lost like a mad man's sense!