No Message
by Gawaine C. Ross
She left one night without a sound -
Not a gesture, nor a whisper.
She left no message to be found,
Not a hint would she deliver.
A cold stone face she never wore
When we played among the asters,
I gave her all I had, and more,
But all my love went past her.
What did I do? What crime commit?
Did I love her too weakly?
No thought of Love did I omit
I'm hanging in, but bleakly.
There is a wound no herb can heal
No springtime can deliver
Joy into the rage I feel!
She left without a whisper.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
