You were a house when I needed a home,

A vacant text

When I needed a tome

Your lack of communication left me perplexed

Needing a hand to hold,

But you left me to roam

In health but not in sickness

Your empty promises dwelt

I bled…

And you fled

Into someone else’s bed

Your industry was a disguise for your indiscretion

Anything apart from me became your obsession

You had me hello

But you left me at goodbye