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July 04, 2022

Abandonment

By Ann Christine Tabaka

Abandonment

Cold morning,
           you are now the compilation of my life.

Abandoned in my lone bed,
           the rejection is complete.

Daybreaks now
           a sorrowful time of disillusion.

As I count out the moments
           since we last combined.

Not mere moments, but months
           meld into years.

An endurance
           of sorrow and regret.

Relegated to the forgotten ...
                       I despise the night!

How the pain fills me with dreams
           of a yesterday when we still knew love.

Time,
           you are a cruel master,
                       you take away all treasures.

He is forever
           gone from my arms.

Cold morning.
                       How I miss your warmth.






Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-07-13
Image(s) are public domain.
3 Reader Comments
Sally Delancy
07/15/2020
07:01:56 AM
I enjoyed reading this poem, Christine! It is well titled too. I especially loved the line, "Cold morning. How I miss your warmth"
Jill Sharon Kimmelman
07/15/2020
07:05:47 PM
I love this poem, Christine!

My favorite line is definitely this one
“Time
you are a cruel master,
you take away all treasures

It has a universal theme...everyone can identify w/these feelings, from their own experience.

Well done, my friend????????????????✍️
Harris
07/17/2020
09:02:15 AM
Poignant poem of an experience we may all have sooner or later, depending on how long we survive.
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