Abandoned love

She sits on the couch waiting for him all day,

Thinking of all those times filled with love, devotion and gay

He walks in home late at dawn, citing his proclivity to save lives,

But what about her,

She whose heart burns with desire.

On the coldest nights

She looks for his warm glow

Among the burning cinder.,

Her heart wants to be lit up as the unsympathetic winds blow

Like the daylights of winter.

The physical ache, the emotional pain

To have loved and keep loving someone who is so cold and distant,

There’s nothing worse

It feels like an everlasting curse.

It can’t be replaced

It can’t be rewound.

She still chooses to wait on the couch

And smiles thinking how he’s an immortal

Who shall live in her heart as a lover

Forever.