Forsaken

without even a call…
was it love at all

is it so easy to leave love
to rush off without a word
to run away spurred by anger
for what occurred

is it not absurd
to let go
of something so sought after
as affection

to leave me lost
my eyes glossed over
exhausted from lack of rest
once blessed with affection
enchantment and emotion
the delight of devotion
of passion and piety
discarded for anxiety

rejection~
i protest!
without even a call…
was it love at all

~ by Peter N. Liptak

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