How does it feel, walking the rainwashed streets without me ? I hope your hand is comfortable in your pocket, Or a hand you chose over mine. On the dining table we never dined "together", its warmth froze in my heart. The soup always went cold and I counted every single bean Never seen, or tasted before . I binned the beans and bid them farewell. I went back to my cold bed and felt my head explode and felt my body twitch in need Oh honey! Lest your soup go cold Lest you count your beans. I ate the trashed beans and beamed. How could I trash the green of your eyes that spoke through the beans? I think I'll leave the empty bed for sale It's a free life in jail without you in my veins. With me in your dustbin
This hurts beyond reason. It hurts that I never got to be with the man I deeply loved, because of distance and disease. This hurts that everything's ruined..