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.