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.