Always in my mind from dawn to dusk.
Never leaving me like the scent of musk.
Fears tear me through her.

Letters…

When I hear that letter, she never leaves.
Forever stealing my soul, like a pack of thieves.
I wish the best for her.

Those **** letters…..

I say it’s alright, and it will be, one day.
I can never, in full, repay
You for your touch on my soul.

The letters never leave me...........
And neither does she.

That little orange truck that barely went across the floor,
It’s wobbly, plastic wheels rode poor.
It barely meant a thing, even in my core.
Until you took it from me.

I would have lost it on my own,
But I didn’t have a chance, it was blown.
Now I care for it down to the bone.
When you took it, you took my respect.

Alone, I now sit, without a toy at all.
Staring into the void and at the wall.
Now all I can do, out to you, I call,
“Bring it back! (Bring her back!)”