I came to the end of the road

when you took out the motherlode

from my heart

at the start it meant little to me

But now I think of your crooked toothed wonderous

look at me and I think

What did I say

to deserve your attention

when so many are without?

What did you do when you left me

saying my poems of love did not sustain

the character in you!

I wonder why my words are so little

when my heart is so big and empty.

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders com Bruce P Saunders com Bruce CDF More 2020

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