My Monday Metrical Musings #6

Black Beauty

I thought you were a keeper
But you were a mere keepsake
Of what once was

I thought you a friend for life
Until I awoke one day
And realised

You were never going
To be mine
To have and to hold

So in the end I
Had to let you go
Though you already beat me to it

How this fool wasted tears
Stored them up
All these years

Like pursuing
Black Beauty
A free spirit, untamed

I guess
In the end I’ve but
Myself alone to blame

So I’ll say goodbye
Put your keepsake
Out to dry

Under the unrelenting sun
Out to pasture

My “Black Beauty”