Man in the moon

I loved you deeply, completely,

to the moon and back,

but in an instant, you left me broken.

I felt my heart crack,

break,

then shatter.

Did it matter?

Your decision made,

in haste?

A stream of words so poison laced,

yet so deftly placed,

and I was dead to you,

a whore,

the outcome maybe you had been searching for.

On that assumption our love ended,

for reasons I could have easily defended.

The point was missed,

our fate was kissed,

in final sad goodbye

true love so quickly cut and dried,

and yes, of course I cried.

For the fatality of us?

Or the lack of chance to discuss?

I don't know,

it was so long ago,

Yet, still I miss you.