You left my nose running,
Like a faucet that won't stop,
Dripping endlessly,
Leaving me in a state of discomfort,
Searching for a tissue,
To stop the flow of mucus,
But you, my dear, are nowhere to be found.
Your absence is felt keenly,
As I sniffle and sneeze,
Attempting to clear my sinuses,
But all in vain,
For you are not here to offer comfort,
Or fetch me some medicine,
To ease my symptoms an...
