Poetry

I live for her and help her constantly in many ways
and unreckoned passes every second of time
as if there is only pain coming to all my days
and as if to nothing there is reason and rhyme
 
while right through each day and each night
I try to make her happy
but my world remains in darkness with no light
and she acts as if she does not even know me,
 
as if the end of our time together is near,
as if the coming chilly winter will be endless
while I do anything that I can to hold her dear
as if simple words and actions could heal this
 
while I see no action, word or sign
that she wants to remain mine.
 
© Gert Strydom