Lost Poem

I don't have a poem this time.
It's just me,
And a heart full of words,
Mind filled with thoughts
Of her.

The constant ache
That rings a bit too late
Bringing myself to reminder
How much I want to
Let her know how much i love her.

Where is my Juliet.
The one that is bounded
By her house and name
And by my words
She went away.

I do not see her
But i still feel her pain
Teary red and swollen eyes
And it is by my name
They came to be.

The logical mind
Does not match with
Emotional thoughts
Like how we were presumed
As a bleak stricken union.