You Left

I Was Kind Of Hoping You’d Stay Put Here,
The Song Of Your Angelic Fingers Sung,
They Said You Would Not Allow For Me To Fear
The Heart Of Mine That May Seem So Far Hung.
In A Trance, I Loved Your Blue Attitude
Though It Stay Gloomy, Your Poise Is Lost
And Your Heart Of Dread Is Now Solitude
The Length Of Weary Time Will Soon Come Dost.
The Ledge In Which You Seem So Sufficient,
Glances Upwards At Your Dreary Eyes So
While You Appear Very Much Too Content
The Life Of Yours Exited At Rocks Down Low.
Then Time Passes And You Seem But A Mist,
Your Heart Was Mine And Your Spirit Now Kissed.