Abandoned
This anger so real, you just left her lying there
off in another room moving on with your life
while she simply tried to hold on to hers.
Her grave practically dug and flowers tossed
upon it in random order or so you wished
planned out as if she'd already passed.
I want to blame the disease, but instead I blame you
for leaving her alone while she was dying,
but after all that was her wish, to be left alone by you.
A replacement you found, like a worn battery
being ripped from the radio that once played her Elvis tunes
just as you have ripped my heart from my chest.
You never did anything for her, "he is good for nothing"
so she said, what a wise woman, she knew you like a book
sadly her book ended without her happily ever after.
Copyright © Shana Sharpton | Year Posted 2005
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