He left her a small note
On the table next to the vase
Look after our son, he wrote
And he left with no trace
He couldn't care for both
The pleasures of life he wanted to chase
He couldn't stand the rote
Of daily life, and the tears run down her face
She thought it was her fault
But that was not the case
The deep love has began to float
So she left with her son to another place
Running from the memories he has brought
To a new life she's going to embrace