Left Behind

LEFT BEHIND Let me come with you. Don’t leave me here. Waking each morning forgetting, between sleep and wake, that you have gone My body, confident that if I reach for you across the lonely bed you will be there warm and sleepy. Skin smooth clean and sweeter than any man has a right to be Turning to you with my triumphs, my hurt, my happiness, my defeat. Taken for granted, the sharing now lost forever Laughter delights the heart but the art of causing another to laugh is the true joy. All lost I still smell your cigarette smoke, hear your voice, and feel your foot fall, your presence so solid that I speak aloud to you Cursing you for leaving me, pleading with you to return, begging that fate turn the clock back, beseeching that events be rewritten, different, so at the last possible moment, I will save you Trisha Sugarek Butterflies and Bullets .