Lost but Not Found

You cannot imagine,
the pain that I feel,
of losing the man,
of tan and steel.

The eyes of brown,
and hair of black,
lips of satin,
and of course that laugh.

I loved him always,
and always showed care,
made him understand,
I would always be there.

But as fate would have it,
I pushed him away,
a simple argument,
caused things to fray.

I should have known,
I would tear it to bits,
My own happiness,
damned by my own fists.

He left me that day,
cold in the street,
he didn't look back,
and I didn't retreat.

I stood there for hours,
or so that's how it felt,
it could have been minutes,
but I couldn't tell.

I picked up my things,
and tried to move on,
but always my thoughts,
move back to that dawn.

Being wrapped in his arms,
The first and only time,
I felt safety,
that only he could provide.

That was a year ago,
and even today,
I still think of him,
and his peculiar ways,

I think eyes of brown,
and hair of black,
lips of satin,
and of course that laugh.