Resenting everything,
after.
Life seemed slow and cruel.
It ate at me,
Spitting me out
Bit by stale bit.
You left me high and dry.
One thing,
I revisit often now,
Is that you had the choice to move
And I would never.
Your jovial trips and carefree holidays
Will always Haunt me.
Because I was wrapped
And sitting alone.
DoRee MelNic 