You Left Me
I lost it all on the day it happened,
I thought you'd call and say it hadn't lasted;
Somehow I knew you'd win, I knew you'd beat it,
But I was wrong again, and you had conceded:
My childhood was riddled with blackness;
Goodness was always foreign, and my life lacked it;
When you showed up, I felt something new,
I felt like I had finally found luck, but it ran out, like you.
What do you believe in: darkness or life after death?
Til death do we part, in sickness and in health!
How could you leave me like this, so cold and alone?
You are the only reason I came here and made this place my home.
How dare you leave, how dare you give up.
You knew we needed you, but you apparently had enough;
We still set your spot at the table--spoon, little fork, big fork;
You used to love that joke, you used to call me your dork.
Why did you go? Why couldn't you stay?
Was it because of all that hard work with no play?
I asked the doctor about your health, he gave me an answer;
It wasn't the one I wanted to hear; I fear the word cancer.
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