I am not a poet.
But I do know that poetry is a form of expression for those whose souls have been hurt.
And that is one thing I can express well.

Three days ago...
Everything was perfect. I wouldn't have asked for more or less than what I had.

Because I had you.

Now...
Everything is wrecked. Feelings of emptiness and loneliness have consumed what was once present.

Now...
I cannot sleep because I see you in my dreams. I cannot stand being awake because I think about you.

Now...
I think about what we had and I gag at the idea of us making love. Because I gave you all I had and I know you gave me nothing.

Now...
I wish I still had you but, I don't.  And I miss you terribly. And frankly it *****.