Obscure

What am I to do now with you gone?
...You taught me to keep in mind this,
That night is a cold dawn...
But a starless night?
Does it apply to it?
Will there be a return, am I to be left in fright?
Are you that ironic in your flight,
Have you reason to suppose me blind?
Am I bad enough to determine your
Insensibility,
Your shameless run,
Do you want me to question myself
About what I have done,
What made you go?
I pretend not to care,
I firmly deny my part in this,
But for your welfare
Should I approve?
Surely we will grow
With every second, apart
And if you never cease,
I should already give up,
Say you've been misunderstood,
What could be removed?
You taught me a bit too much
To wait for another to catch
What you deliberately let fall.
Maybe you weren't here at all.

In my dreams, I may have begun
Writing a poem for anyone
Disposed to notice, I failed
...And how could you not impale
My dreams with your thoughtful smile
And with your own creation so vile
I was not tender enough to be sore and...

...I was not less so I could be more.