Tormentation, thy name is love.

"Maybe tomorrow,"
You said through your teeth
As you left my life forever.
I've sat on these swings every
Day for twelve years.
I sit when we used to swing,
When the stars are like christmas
Lights against a dark house.
When the moon is big, but
Now almost cumbersome.
You the intellectual,
Me the dreamer.
It could have worked,
If you hadn't given up today
In the hope of tomorrow.