Forsaken

a poem by Harsh Vyas

My lover’s eyes are dark and deep.
My lover’s lips so ripe, so sweet, so full.
Mountains are steep, the sea so deep.
The love we have so very dull.

You said we don’t love anymore.
Though now yours eyes see through me.
Just like your hand is on the door.
I wonder, was there ever a we?

You left me out on thin, warm ice.
My heart is completely broken.
Being together would be so nice.
Love is not to be forsaken.

I asked for another chance.
As you said, “yes”, I pranced.