I'll take this souvenir of our time
and disappear.
Go before my free will gives way.
Once I was swayed by your smooth talk,
revelled in being at your side,
now I want to run and hide.
My husband, once I was your bride,
now, forgotten vows instead of confetti lay at my feet.
My smile, long gone amidst the deceit.
Veneers cracked, now just a sneer.
I would wish you happiness, but I can't
your happiness hurts the other person.
So, as I said I'm taking this souvenir and disappearing.
You, don't mind my talking to your severed head?
It's just we have a long trip ahead.
And, talking I find helps cheer up an atmosphere.