You

You were like the sand in the shore and I was the waves,
No matter what, I would always come back to you.
You were like the droughty land that yearned for love and I was the rain that selflessly fell for you.
You were the winter, rough and cold and I was that warm summer which melted you down.
Should I have been more, or should I have been less, you felt, I was never enough, sometimes a bit too much.
You bewildered my notion of belonging, as if I were an outsider and never let me into your vicinity.
You were a vagabond and I was your home,
You were the dark sky and I was your moon.
Times have changed, fondness has faded.
Now you have found your new mansion, that’s lustrous and grand,
You are incurious about the old sky and its clan.
You are absorbed in setting out new entity and I am rotting in the dusty misery.

Should I detach or Should I plead, Should I weep or Should I be mute.