To: Gerald Paul Koocher with love
Oh the horrible, agonizing and tortuous pain.
Tears float in the bubbles at the bottom of my champagne.
Head throbs and pounds, his voice I hear resounds.
No more my dear will I ever be around.
A life without you, oh my love what shall I do?
Every morning I wake it hurts to go the day through.
I feel as though someone has punched me in the stomach.
And the climb up ahead is a mountain formed from a hummock.
Everything hurts and every bone in this body is sore.
A life without you is just one ongoing chore.
They say that time shall heal all that pains.
But this body has been depleted and every ounce of it drains.
There is nothing left of me no more.
I'm in pieces and scattered all over the floor.
My body is just a cumbersome weight that I carry.
And my mind is feathered and tarry.
You've taken the heart, so here, have the rest of it too....
Because it shall do me no good, a life without you.