About Her

4: Forgotten Gift

I don't mind the time

Not even the effort

But the fact that you left and just let it miss.

But it was my gift!

Why did you forget,

And left it in the dark?

Do you know that the pain feels like pin pricks?

A thousand of it.

I hope it gets lost

I hope it gets stolen

So you'll feel the importance of every piece

All fell to a pit.

I am torn to two

I like you to go back

But will it still make sense, now that you've done this?

Has love gone adrift?

And what pains me most

Dear, I know forgiveness

I will wait. For you, my pride, I shall dismiss.

Accept, bit by bit.