All I have left of you…
Are two strands of your hair on the floor
I see our half-eaten burritos
Every time I open the refrigerator door
The roses opened up their petals
Like the opened heart they tore
All I have left are the memories
Which shake me to my very core
All I have left of you…
Is your email and your cash app
As I stare blankly ahead into life
Lost in this distorted Old-World map
I am left with reverberations
Of when you used your key to tap
So lightly on my condo door
Until I finally made you snap
All I have left of you…
The waning scent of you in my bed
I don’t want to wash my sheets
For fear that will also soon be dead
I wake up each morning now
With only you in my head
I go to bed in the evening
Full of fear, anxiety, and dread
All I have left of you…
Is your painting hanging by my room
My days filled with virtual meetings
Cisco Webex, phone calls, and Zoom
Who would have thought it would end
In a firestorm of elevators and doom?
You blocked me out so completely
And many days of sadness still loom
All I have left of you…
Are two half-eaten chocolate bars
Memories of us making love
Under the Phoenician stars
All I have left these days
Are all the fights and their scars
I miss my Caiti Princess already
And weekly kingdom that was ours
All I have left of you…
Is your ULTA beauty magazine
And yet my high-rise palace
Is still missing its queen
And I am left to ponder
The things I said but didn’t mean
Broadway shows and Colorado rivers
And all of the other things we’ve seen
All I have left of you…
Is this spare set of condo keys
Views of the Catholic Church
And the shallow roots on the trees
An empty parking spot #205
Brings me to my knees
Come back to my Sweet Caiti
I am begging, asking, wishing - please
All I have left of you…
Is this pain and these regrets
Episodes of “The New Girl”
And unwieldy Wall Street bets
I guess that every man with dysfunctions
Deserves what he so finally gets
“You should have thought about that earlier”
You care not for my AMG and private jets
All I have left of you…
Are stories of your kickball
And memories of that shopping spree
As we galivanted in the outdoor mall
No more trips for iced chai lattes
Just mere hopes that you’ll call
A long hot summer awaits me
Before the chill of a late-arriving Fall
All I have left of you…
A missed chance to kayak with your team
And the memory of you telling me
That you will start to scream
And every single hour these spirits
Still haunt me like a bad dream
They scratch at the walls
And tear at my very seam
All I have left of you is nothing…
These images just a mirage
Trapped in a world of isolation
Of my sins and self-sabotage
The regrets I have now
Destroy my heart in a barrage
There is now just an empty spot
In my underground parking garage
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