What’s left

Storing me as with a ghostly cheek

Forgetting restful nights of shared sleep

A memory to remain a haunt at keep

Of days I’d awaken eager to meet...

When days wore like a treasure heap

I have Today in a tearful weep

For On My course remains only my feet

Accompanied by a sleepless sleep

These Tears rage in torrents like a tsunami’s deprive

Losing wherein to a Blinded creep

Forgoing my groove, battling my keep

It is Time demanding me to abate this new hastening

As Somber tales that try to Govern me in-seep

Praying my chalice to hurry this reap

Past unrequited Love and its maddening sweep