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...