lost woman

she loved him dearly,

and would wait for him yearly,

to return back home,

from the streets he would roam,

she sat staring out her window paign,

with her love that would remain,

while he moved about,

with different women without,

any thoughts of her,

she buried her pain in liquor,

she wanted the man that she wed,

but that man was dead,

but she did not know how to leave,

the past in which she still believed,

existed on this very day,

but his wicked way,

is the person he had become,

a different person from,

the one she had knew,

the broken hearted view,

is how she now lives,

for the man her heart forgives,

but her mind has come to detest,

for never giving her soul any rest.