Lover

What I see around are  woods, that I never dreamed of.

I  remember you left me here but when I see across engraved tread,

it’s not you.

All I remember is spring leaves enwreathing  us,

and  I see us going far on the path as luck would  have it

but  I could not  see you .

you promised  to hold me  and I could not see your crumb.

I hear people referring me a fetish lover and your  warmth  killed me.