Met a girl online.
Quick net romance, you couldn’t handle
my sexy words and you left me after three weeks.
Your memory affected me as did your poetry
on your website and our plans we made.
To see America, get married and build a life together.
Your weakness proved no strength and silence
is all I had, from you the coward.
Then months later you in Crewe,
bored to ******* tears, me having fun
in my gigs and Goth clubs up north.
Come and see Natasha with me?
Only silence. I moved on, met another,
took on board the lessons I learned.
Yet as I write this poem I wonder,
what would we have been in this year?
You did leave me…