Deprivation

A poem written from the perspective of a man trying to cope with the agony of unrequited love.

On that night out, the one that we shared...

I found myself walking, walking away

from you.

My legs carried me wearily, drunkenly

and I felt compelled to find some

distance,

seek shelter. 

You are all those good times

that I never really had,

deprivation. 

The black night winds blew cold

and I sailed away from that stuffy

English pub 

Where we sang songs...

And I'm afraid, I missed 

your true warmth;

each step an ache

Deprivation

Writing this poem now,

in the sober light of day

I find respite in the absence 

of your bliss inducing

smile

This is my solace

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems.