Well, what, it’s been three weeks
since your tennies took you tracking?
I guess each of eventually seeks
a good reason to go packing.
I refuse to wash your pillow case
for fear of losing your scent.
I could never replace your face,
it won’t tell me where you went.
You said you’d send for your things
that are still boxed up in the hall.
Everything experienced since that stings,
don’t you know I’m here waiting for your call?
It’s nowhere near as much fun to sing
in the shower since it now annoys no one.
I guess the fact that we’d picked out the ring
was a dose of cold reality that put you on the run.
Lately I’m too lonely to know I’m blue
and too busy collecting things you left lose.
I’m stubborn and committed to not giving up on you
but not enough to become a heart broke recluse.