She left my heart wounded and torn
Did the mother of my firstborn
Time, traversed like many years
Still, I feel her presence near.
Sucking at the chasm she left in my heart
As though happily dining out, al a carte
Vampirish, her memory draining my soul
Nothing left, everything else she stole.
Her aura resides, never leaves my thoughts
At work, at play, everywhere, I'm distraught
Life slowly leaving my body, I feel faint
And gasp for air, resigned to my fate.
Her presence is omnipresence, her perfume
Fill my senses, causes me much gloom
Listening fervently for her physical body
Oh, why, did she treat me so shoddy?
I sit in the room, dust motes dance a jig
As if they'd just been shaken from a twig
As I looked around the room I guess I saw
In mind's eye the thrusting jut of your jaw.
A hint of her face can be silently found
It's like a balm to my innermost wounds
Oh, God, I miss her so very, very much
What can I use that will give me a crutch?
What I can't understand, oh, not at all
Just thinking about it I want to bawl
The way she left with no thought in mind
Why would she be so petty and unkind?
As I sit here and read her note once again
Even though now I know where she has been
The words grab my throat and I feel bile
Hi hon, mother and I went shopping for awhile.
To mimic is a form of praise unless
you have no thoughts of your own