I have neither
The energy nor
The passion
To desire you
A moment longer.

You drained me
As the sun drains
Life out of a pasture.
Turning life giving soil
Into life destroying dust.

I now ask myself
One question; Why?
Not wanting for answers of
You leaving me,
But wanting answers TO; why
I trusted you.

I gave all
You lost nothing.
For this I should
Have not given anything
To you, especially my soul.

It pains me
To write these lines,
For loving you
And liking you
Gave me spark
To rekindle passion's flame,
That was lost for eon's.

I loved you!
I liked you!
With one phone call
You murdered me,
Rendering any wishes
Of loving again, as dry
A pasture totured by
An unrelenting sun.