Severance Poem by Ernestine Northover

She passed him walking down the lane,
She looked his way, but all in vain,
He paid no heed, no turn of his head,
She was once his love, her heart now bled.

Why was he cold, and so aloof,
This indifference, she supposed was proof,
Love no longer existed, it was gone forever,
No more would they find love together.

They now, could not be even friends,
How could she start to make amends,
She had not wanted this affair,
She'd apologised, her heart laid bare.

But no words of forgiveness came her way,
There were no words that she could say,
To ease the pain she had inflicted,
Upon this man, now so afflicted.

He had turned, and walked out through the door,
And she lay distraught upon the floor,
Weeping with a trembling heart,
Knowing that now, they must surely part.

She passed him walking down the lane,
She looked his way, but all in vain,
For he with her could not relate,
And she was left with just his hate.

© Ernestine Northover