You were
every song I've kept on repeat
while on long drives

You were
the story I told when I taught
people, true love never dies

You were
the sun behind the rain cloud
outside you'd watch me dance

You were
my waking thoughts, night time
nostalgia, and happily ever after trance

You were
my favourite pair of shoes
*but one day you wouldn't fit

You became
the chair yanked beneath me
when I went to sit

When your song plays on the radio
I have to change the station

Your story's no longer about love;
but the consequence of temptation

You used to be the sun
you're not even the rain
you've become no more than
Arthritis pain

The memory, a living nightmare
your words, a sharp scream
this hurt that will forever haunt me
all started with


*A dream