I Do Not Miss the Time That I Have Lost

[just mercedes]

I like the rhyme and meter, and the enjambment is well done - but you've reached the envoi for your sonnet, where are the final six lines?

I do not miss the time that I have lost
forever, looking in your playful eyes – [playful? for me, it doesn't really fit with patronising]
it’s better spent on something worth the cost
of living than to waste, to patronize
my heart with dollar signs. Then, you left me.[the money came in suddenly, seems intrusive to the tone of the poem somehow]
I wonder what I did so wrong! The tears
I cry at night, alone: are they the fee
you charge for love? They’ll haunt me through the years.[they - meaning the tears? Isn't it her eyes that will haunt you?]