Though you have not touched her, In some time, You still think of her, Poorly. Though you have not spoken to her, You still speak of her, To me, And you do not say beautiful things. Though her flesh has been discarded again, This time under the ground, And she is left alone with her shame, Perhaps of you, You are still not sorry. I wonder if there, At the end of the rainbow, She ever found her nest of gold, And if she still waits for you. #poetry