it’s strange
you are not here,
to hold my frame

you throw your hands up in the air
throw the dice,
and then,
try to sit back down on the chair

the magic is lost,
once the trick is explained
and you never measure the cost
just the strain

i am an angel,
and when i am with you
i believe in everything we do

too many days
of rules and regulations
just being grateful for the pay

i should not say it
and it is never fair to compare
but you make her look ordinary

the bed is awful cold
without you,
your cup of tea is cold
the last meal we had is a memory

just look at the past
i am so aware,
that it did not last

i had to let it go
because i had wrestled with the pain
and i peered shyly,
as it was washed down the drain