Last night under his shadow

It was my last night
Under his shadow.
But I never was,
And the night never came.
The days burned out
The rough edges of our soul.
Like worn out jigsaw pieces,
Drifting apart.
The flowers bloomed at the fields
Of my yonder dawn,
Wilting now, choking, lifeless
At the cruel hands of time.
Unattended, uncared.
Forgotten, forsaken.
And I'll never get the chance,
And you'll never forgive.
But I'll never forget,
The moments we cherished.