Embroidered, once, I lost a love-
And did not even know it.
She left me lone, in solitaire,
And never even showed it.
I gave no care - respecting her neglect-
It did not make me want to flee:
For I always thought I wasn‘t good enough,
And I viewed her as too good for me.
But, now, when looming lights turn on; the night swerves glib;
And all past whirligigs stutter home-
I see her still,
Peering down an abyss-that my heart never filled-
That sage who ignored, then mislaid me…
and left me alone.