Life with you used to be so nice;

and ya know what, I'm paying the price.

I've cried a river since I left you;

and still now, my sadness a permanent hue.

I see your picture everyday;

the memories will just not go away.

Every decoration reminds me of us;

guess I'll always be in a darn fuss.

Three days later you brought over a bag;

everything was not quite there, a potential love snag?

Just keep wondering about my toiletries;

does this in any way relate to sociometry?

Those two issues I left you to ponder;

were they too much, our love to founder?

You were, and are a gem of a woman;

my heart still recalls, like dancing at the cotillion.

My ring you returned, I still wear yours;

your presence I still feel, and that I underscore.

Somehow though, I sense you still care for me;

check yes or no, and then I can really see.

Life with you used to be so nice;

and ya know what, I'm paying the price.

Who can tell which way this will go;

just hoping you're not considering this mumbo jumbo.