The Ruins

Sup on the caviar of love.
I drink in her eyes,
Mesmerized by her gaze.
It is forever January
In her cold heart,
Her wintry soul;
Icy tears roll down
Her cheeks.
She was a strange girl---
Mysterious, like the
Music of a sitar.
I sort through the
Wreckage of the years
For some trace of you,
But you took my life
The day you left.
Another holds you now.
I am a lonely outsider,
Looking for a way back in.

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