Not that it probably

Matters one little bit,

And not that I thought

I could cry any more,

But tonight I did.

It was so much so that

My soul felt the pain of

Your absence.

Why didn’t you just

Leave me alone to

Die in my own misery?

Why did you ever even bother with me?

Was I not better on my own?

Because surely this pain,

This agony, this misery,

This lack of existence

In your absence

Is more hell

Than I ever endured before

You rescued me.