I can write the most  saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too

To think I don't have him. To feel that I've lost him.

To hear the immense of the night , more immense without him.

And the poem falls down the lonely  road

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep him,
That he wasn't satisfied with my love for him
The night is full of stars tonight and he is not with me

Not even mine for a mere second, he is gone, to find another lover, what better lover than I

To know I gave all yet it wasn't enough to please him

"Was I not good enough?" Questions are swirling through my head as I stare into the stars without him.

I can write the most  saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and  he stopped loving me