Abandonment
is a complicated complex.
You’re longing
for somebody who will leave.
I walked into a promised land.
A decorated,
perfect man.
With something vile
hiding up his sleeve.
I wonder
what I’ll ever have control of.
Rejection breeds
obsession,
so they say.
I left my heart
and all my hope,
my vindicated tales of woe
in Sweden
on a freezing winter day