Thinking you are still adored
Thinking I hang on each breath
That your word means life or death
So much drama danced in vain
Too much agonizing pain
Pushing, pulling, to and fro
Up then down, your toy yo-yo
Loved me well and loved me long
Wrapped in your safety I belong
We, lovers of a precious kind
Become more rare than gold to find
You bolted, leaving me in shock
Perhaps to prove there was no lock
I died that day. I died inside
I died more when I found you lied
You're gone and still you have no goal
In search of body, mind, and soul.