The man I loved is gone

Is gone

And I can’t even bring myself to feel anger

Cause it is not he

Who is in front of me

So instead

I find myself recoiling in the face of this stranger

No wonder I feel uneasy

No wonder I feel shifty

No wonder I feel the itching in my bones

I’m in an unfamiliar home

Come home

Come home

My sweet darling

I cry

But no one answers

The man I loved

Is gone

Is gone

I can only hope he didn’t take me with him.

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