Since Then

photo credit: pangalactic gargleblaster and the heart of gold Taking Shape via photopin (license)

Why don’t you adore me,
Throw rose-petals in front of my feet?
Why don’t you inhale deeply of my scent
From the pillow on which I used to sleep?
Why have you destroyed the mementoes
Of the time we spent?
Why, a million times why,
Did you stop loving me?

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