Leaver’s Lament

Woe are you,

You believe the world is his.

And until he leaves,

You tilt your heads

the same way.

But you'll keep one hand on him

For balance.

And you cry sometimes

And you try to push it down like

you do everything else

But this mess won't fix;

A problem so ominous

You know you're sinking.

You'll miss that smile,

The Love he pours on you.

But when you see him,

You see yourself alone.

You see ripping and

tearing and

Mourning.

Now listen

Don't feel it now.

You're a locus of him

And what's a locus without her focus?

Throw your woe away.