Impending Doom
I look across
The room,
And feel the loss
Of the love we once consumed.
Your smile,
As wide once before.
I know its been a while
I shouldve given you more.
Your hand
Entangles in hers.
As my emotions become bland
I know she is finally yours.
I sit alone.
In this room.
All of this, I already had known.
This was our impending doom.
This poem is about:
Me