when you and i...
are apart, for a longer
length of time
i find....
i am a lop-sided,
mis-shapen thing.
stumbling along..
a straight and
narrow road.
simple things,
take more time
and difficult things,
are well... too...difficult.
it is not that,
i can't cope.
i do....
but life has,
become more
of a chore.
and less, of a game.
and it is the seperation.
i blame,
for the colours
becoming dull,
for the words
lacking purpose,
for the heart
beating too slowly,
for the sun
losing it shine,
and food, it's taste.
and for me,
becoming a....
whinging, whining
waste of space!
lop-sidely,
stumble-grumbling,
along....