No chemical or drink can assuage the
Agony that knows no respite
The loss of love from a careless concern
Has a memory that burns and burns and burns
Even sleep is no release
For she’ll relentlessly invade your dreams
Calling out in abstract schemes
As dreams often do they are there to remind you
To attend to something while awake
That you pretend is sorted but actually was forsaken
Aching aching aching
Anguish anguish anguish
Can walk a million miles
To vanquish the missing smiles
Even then the motion is no distraction
No catharsis, no abreaction
Talk talk talk said the therapist
It will do you good
To pay heed to the actions
That have resulted in no respite