So it comes nary unbidden to this,
That I should be thusly moved to miss,
A certain something, hidden concern,
To my awareness, an emotional burn.

Why hast thou forsaken me thus,
Leaving my cardiac throbbing a-fuss,
As other functions of life know naught awry,
Leaves still the chasm void of why?

Moving anxious yearning of unknown fault,
Causing slippery loss of keys to vault,
As trembling fingers of fate search for truth,
Have I been the lout, seemingly so uncouth?