Leaving (1999) Poem by Lillian B. Rose

White was the light of grace
Drawing me from this place
Your cruel words foolow me in spite
The pain they bring haunts my life

You were not kind
I loved you then
Though I miss you now
You helped me stand

You supported me when I was low
And scared me when I had to go
It wouldn't have worked between us two.
There was nothing more that we could do

Though I loved you, that was real
The love you desired wasn't true
In your heart, you knew what was right
Though you denied it in your life.