Left to Lie

Where you left me Is where I lay Cold and heavy With dismay. You vowed return And so I wait Now with concern In hand with hate. Why must you lie? Why not speak truth? The rules don’t die Once past your youth. Moms do know best As I have learned Those who detest Are often burned. Tell me the truth For it suits me And it is truth That sets one free. Where you left me Is where I lay Cold and heavy With dismay. Your choice was, sadly, The drop of a feather Please don’t have me Lay forever.