You Left - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
And when you left it was just utter smithereens,
adorning all those places we had made it once,
or twice or more and often, with abject abandon
I do remember cruddy details but will you?
So does it matter then who left the bliss we had
or what the reasons were that drowned our sacred spirits
just ask yourself, I think not is the answer,
who gives a flying, as they say in lazy circles.
Yes, you were skinny, to the point of anorexia,
yet left a whole inside the carpet so gigantic
that all my sins and bleak omissions fit inside
to search for fragrances of you that may have lingered.
I'm coming after you, my chiffon-clad pyjamas,
as there is nothing else that I would rather do,
it is the chase they say and not the catch of prey
that keeps adrenalin alive and on the roll.
So, if you turn just once, my dearly, sweet departed
you will receive the treatment of the wife called Lot
and I will hasten to your rescue if they let me
it's up to Gods now, I will pray for you in earnest.
And with your looks my sweet, I figure I'll be doomed
it is like letting your own dog loose in the forest,
there will be things that could be labelled as temptations
and once initiated, homelife will have changed.
So when you left, my sweet, I laid down on your pillow
and dreamed the dream that we once shared in paradise
it's when we sat beneath the understanding willow
and started weaving our unbreakable love ties.
I am still resting here and dreaming but not eating
my breath has ceased as of the afternooon today
yet, after all the pain and sorrow it keeps beating
it asks to hold your hand again, so if I may...?
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