My love left home yesterday without a kiss, hug, nor an explanation.
Ha packed all the house and left me stranded in the middle of the crowded City.
With the honking, and the stamping of the ignorant bypasser, I realized I never knew my love.
He left on May 20 1934, he took my house with him. My ring, my unborn child. He taunted me with hateful distasteful words. He loved me. When we weren't old.
But now I sit alone waiting, hoping that someday, another Love leaving their lover will come for me.