Vacant Minds

It was a day a yesterday, whatever day thatmaybe, but not today no lover has he; nursingthe one he’d embraced, so heartily, for now sodistantly she seems  lost  for all eternity, tender his touch succumbed to her needs, loyally,caring whilst his heart bleeds, torn so emotionallyis this what their love was meant to be, strangersnow entwined of a love that use to be, Sitting vacantly day after day, she stares, un attentivelywith a slight rye smile a smirk, its hard to tell, butalways mindlessly to her lover that’s so caring forall her needs, quietly stealthily this robber, stealer of minds body and soul, crept over time dissecting –little by little, leaving just an empty pose, and manyheart broken souls, never ending, never finding, reasons;just that chance played, such a cruel and indignant hand,