You Went Away
When you went away from me it sent me
reeling: how could you go away from me?
When you went away from me it bent me
badly: it fueled my insecurity.
And every time I think of it I wince;
I feel nausea and weakness for a while.
I put my faith in a convalescence,
but itís done something crooked to my smile.
So far I havenít succumbed to sorrow:
I went mad at first, then I got a grip,
knowing I would have to live tomorrow,
but it took all the fun out of the trip.
I hope that if I face the misery,
Iíll slough it off, achieve tranquility.