I knew you never thought .
Presumed that you could feel.
Never assuming the worst of you.
It was a baffling tale to reveal.
Concluding this could be through.
Lingered on the edge of fervor.
Resentment stowed upon your shelf.
Fell down in a vivid styyle.
Sentenced to revolving Hell.
What could be expected ?
A fable of your point of view.
Upon sealing back in the shell.
You shrugged and whispered “oh well.”
Oh well , what could you say?
Oh well , too late to pray.
There aren’t words left to say.
Oh well , You’ve gone away.