I don't know what they've done to you, my love.
    They claim they fixed you but I fear they stole
    your essence, your flame that burned too bright
    but kept us both warm in the bitterest winters.
    You look almost the same as before except your
    eyes seem vacant. Both seeing and blind together.
    I miss your outbursts of passion that thrilled
    and scared me. They always ended in mad *******.
    Now we don't ride the bed together. I tuck you in,
    a kiss and pulling a sheet over you like a shroud.