Un-Prodigal Daughter

I must go now,
In pursuit of Love!
Will you miss me?
Probably!
Who will live your dreams?
I tried to
But could not reach them;
They were too high.
You should have
Beaten me!
It would have
Served me better
Than the scornful glances,
That cut silently,
Peeling away
The gossamer,
That tenuously
Held my pride.
As for Love!
Flotsam,
To be cast as
A spark from
A burning log
To smoulder,
Trying to burn
But, without the flame;
A cheap whore
Doomed!
Was I that hard To Love?
Was a smile, or
A word of praise
So costly?
The investment
Would have gleaned
Such dividends!
I will find it!
I WILL rekindle!
I MUST, before
The ember dies
And that is why,
I must go now!