Never knew we'd be apart,
We had both the best of start;
Then you double crossed my heart,
When you went away.
Cloudy skies and lightless nights,
Broken wings without their flights;
Loveless moods and endless fights,
All my day is grey.
Endless space and blackout holes,
People drifting without roles;
Biggest mountain smallest moles,
What ever I'd say.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/45-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
