This is how he'll disappear:
Slowly, then all together.
As I try to sweep up the grime of his absence,
and try to make myself better.

But the shrill screeching of knives
will shudder through my bones.
When I try to remember it's over,
I'll still rock in the corner alone.

Back and forth, back and forth,
Clutching my frail chest.
The dog's ribs are poking out,
And the cat bit a hole in my dress.

Oh, What a life to live,
Oh what glorious stress.
For even the fourth time he's broken my heart,
I always return to that mess.