I don’t believe
We’ll ever kiss again in the sunlight
In the autumn park.

You’re the woman
I love the most,
But you disappeared
As quickly
As a thousand dollar note.

I wish you
Would bite my neck
Until I bled
Upon your white sweater,
The two of us were meant
To suffer together.

Night is descending,
I walk on wet streets alone
And say desperate prayers.

I’m going to talk
With a prostitute
I once gave money to,
I’m going to show her
A picture of the girl I lost.

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-i-lost/