An Anonymous Poem
Ode to a Loved One
The last time I saw you, your heart was aflame
A budding new love out of nowhere, he came
You gave him your trust, to not be forsaken
But before you could blossom, your young life was taken
The trophy you’d won had begun to decay
Notwithstanding the blood that would not fade away
Into my care was this treasure bequeathed
An heirloom of sorts that had left me aggrieved
I know you; the one who still wrestles with pain
And it is my hope that I’ll see you again
What you’ve stolen from me cannot be recovered
And I’ve kept my voice silent from history discovered
Know that I’ll always feel pain in my heart
Enough for my vengeance to tear you apart
When I have at last received ample restitution
The blood bank will thank me for your contribution