Quick Thought

Why can't we all share?

CUF: The most intense poem you ever read.

In my hand, my last piece.
Not of the gold you see,
But of the love I give.
And the hope I never lost.

Not even a bat of your eye,
But you were absolute.
Never was your word of choice.
It was then it all went wrong.

Time no longer a burden,
A concern nor a means.
You took it all with those words.
Sans of course the gold.

You stole all my white horses,
And rode them into hell.
All my good intentions,
They meant nothing to me now.

Of course you turn around,
Never another thought.
Why give it a chance?
You matter so much to me.

You obviously mean more to yourself though...