A poet I know Her heart so dear to me Sparked this thought I say. Maybe I should be glad I wasn’t chosen I wonder how things Would have unfolded Turned out into What will be called my past? When I was with you It was heaven When I lost you And I do miss you You tore away from me Without a care I thought why? Then I start thinking That was callous what you did You didn’t care Not seem to care My heart was torn Yet I miss you! I really shouldn’t That is life A love gone and scorned.