when I leave
will I be missed?
will you even notice?
or am I just a person,
someone you once knew?
you cared, that I cared
knowing now you don’t
cruels me of all hope.
you searched me out.
my tracks you followed,
into my heart you crawled.
now
you ignore me, spurn me,
leaving me floundering
alone in no man’s land.
existing.
breathing.
living.
lost.
Morpethroad 
unrequited love… so sad Summer – well penned.
Oh RM you are so kind as always. Thank you.
Another amazing and beautiful poem – keep them coming!
Thank you kind Sir. I shall see what I can do.
Awww this is bitter sweet. You are on a poem roll. I still do not know why some of your posts show in my feed and others do not. Hmmmmm mystery.
ST, don’t know if you meant to say “cures,” but I like the word that is there — “cruels.” Making this into a verb really gives it such tremendous power. And “cruels me of all hope” really stopped me in my tracks.
Yes Marya cruels is what I meant.
Love the inventiveness, ST.
Thank you. You are right that word is a powerful word in that context. Adds a sense of devastation to the persona.
Definitely.
Ouch – pain, pain, pain. Abandonment is so cruel, and a hard one from which to bounce back.
Thank you Freya, that is a kind comment.