Left In A Jet
It was the time of happily ever,
After the changing of diapers,
The buying of toddler's toys,
Selecting of schoolbooks,
It was the time just after her surgery,
After the healing processed,
When the psyche still lingered in pain,
That's when! he ghosted her.
"Two beautiful children;" friends
shook their heads in lamentation,
Clouds absorbed him and his luggage,
For desertion was his forte.
Left In A Jet © gillena cox 2024
