Love is never a free-way.

Is it the eye
that I spy
that peeps
through your door,
and what of the keyhole
that turns exposing
your love, locked?
Your allegiance betrayed me
as you had me banished
to your remote heart
where the love that was...
is now all,
but empty, barren.
While you tempt me
with your naked flesh,
your thoughts have me
roped and hanging
on the memories
you leave me
as I swing
in your past.
My love was the fullstop
you tripped over
with your comma-
forever will I remain
in your sentence.