I know it is so cliché

To write about a past lover

But if I may

Speak about how much I love her

With her smile,

like a glimpse of the sun

I could jog a mile

Or live to be a million and one

Her voice was a treat

That enticed me to listen to

Always a detectible sweet

What I say is true

But alas as they say

All good things must end

She walked away

Making my soul twist and bend

"I love you no longer."

Words filled my ears

I would ponder What made her leave here?

Only to find

Why she strayed

Her heart was not with mine

But with a swain

-Keyra C.