Gone

And She left.
She left without saying goodbye.
She left me alone in a dark, cold room
with nothing but the cheap, thin blanket
wrapped around my cold body.

And She left.
She left without even telling me she loved me.
She left me scared and weeping,
mourning, scarred, hateful, jaded.

And She left.
Just like that.
Walked away.
Just like that.