She does not call
No text or letter
Perhaps I say
It is for the better

But when I was
With her
The rain was wetter
The sun seamed brighter

But like all the others
I was never
Going to be
The one
She wanted to see

So there was a string
Like a little leash
And she was amused
By the passionate me

And when I was
Well used
She got up
And went on the move

I would be blue
If I didn’t know
What she knew
There was better things to do

The addiction of her
Has not completely faded
My thirst was not completely slated
But dulled enough
So I can function