My mother used to tell me
when I was a child
' There's a place for everything
and everything has a place'
I always believed her
But not now
My place was with you
is still with you
But you turned off the heat
and shut off the lights
Then you left
It's too cold here to survive
I'll die if I stay
So where does that leave me?
If I stay
I die
If I leave
then what
I have no place
except with you
So it comes down to this
Stay and die
Leave and die
I think I'll live
I'm just not sure how yet