A soul ripped in half
rain falls on parched lips
barren fields understand your agony
thunder convulses your foundation
the seed of pain grows
you will never return home
lightening pummels tears
abandoned and stale
relish an ideal life
just make sure to leave
a watering can

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He left and never came back. He started a new life with a new woman, and I can't blame him.