What Did I Do? Poem by Benjamin Hickmott

If this is the road that leads to emotional maturity
Then that egotistical coldness is not for me
Callus fools could claiming that time will heal the pains
That lost love left in my weeping remains

Your cruel cut, contact free, your clinical solution
Leaving me not knowing why, in tormented dissolution
Tears and snot flowing out unrelenting as I cried
Washing away my feelings, leaving emptieness inside

I‘d not want to hurt you, nor consider that I could
If we talked you'ld realize we've both misunderstood
For as of yet I can not claim to begin to know
The reason for your outburst and why I had to go

The lead-up to what happened, I do not understand
Was it spur of a moment, or was it carefully planed
Maybe I was blind, but what‘s hidden I can‘t see
Maybe I was deaf, did I miss things said to me

What did I do to make you want that I should go away
Is there any hope at all, I may redeem that fatal day
I fear not, for you deny there was a bond between us
Its tattered ends lying in my hands you will not discuss