It was intense, but now so weak, you discarded us to dirt
You cut a cord , severed the feeling, but now? no longer hurt
You come and go at your whim, your breadcrumbs now staled bait
You had my heart earlier on , but now it's getting late.
I don't pine , I don't miss you, and for you, I certainly don't weep
but even now.. early mornings, you shake me from my sleep
For now, you are gone, you did it all wrong, and now without a tear
I know one day you'll seek me again, to find I'm no longer here

Nice poem .

ahh thank you..happy new year!

You’re welcome and you too .