The Breakup 

How cruel I was
cold shoulder against love
no reconciliation 
her heart was as cold
as mine
The night was endless
The day saved by a dog
I had some news beginning
but without her
She was not a part
It ended fairly 
She had a home, but not
near
My aloneness was great
the dog and I, in the forest
unruffled by reality 
Eating lunch in a beautiful
café, she came in and I 
desired her greatly 
I was in love, wrote hot
poems nothing could
ever go wrong
We know, life is perfect 
I had tiered her out;
She wanted to be free 
Freedom is a must, but
When freedom hurts those
We love, we have failed