Spartanmouse

You let me adore you, once. Warmly, you smiled at me, And tenderly you spoke, I never wanted a hero, Just something warm and tender to cherish.   Now you are gone, You deny me.   All I have left are my memories. Weightless, like ash, I hold them in my hand, And watch as the breeze steals you piece by piece.   I’ll drink to your memory, while it lasts, While it lasts it will sear me inside, A toast will subdue the sting.   I’ll drink to your memory, while it lasts, When it’s gone, I’ll be empty inside, A toast will help it linger on.   I’ve no more tomorrows. I’ve no more todays. I lost them all when you shunned me, You took them all away.

It’s not been long since I hit the ground, Thrown down from my misguided dreaming, He told me in truth I had got it all wrong, So I embraced him and left, my eyes streaming.   My hopes were delusion, I then realised, Nought but a mad fantasy, The affection I felt, I thought was returned, But it seems that my mind had tricked me.   The insufferable sun has shone since that day, Throwing light and warmth over my grief, Finally, today it is overcast, And a dismal grey brings me relief.   The clouds press down and burst with emotion, In pity, the skies freely weep, Tired from fighting the summery cheer, At ease in the rain, now I’ll sleep.   Each person, each tree, every inch of the ground, Like the pillow that rests on my bed, Is soaked through and though, to tell of my hurt, Drenched in tears, which for him I have shed.   Everyone carries umbrellas around, To snub and ignore me with scorn. They care not how deeply I’m aching within, But today they will join me and mourn.   For we’ve crie