I still quiver from your shaking palm;

Even though it's just an imprint.

My breath, is tainted by your thirst,

Just as if you weren't long gone.

I now stand five bottles in,

Now sober enough to cuss you to the wind.

Yet my mind is playing a video;

It's stuck on freeze frame.

Why do you elude me, my harlequin?

Was I not good enough for you to use?

Paying homage to those left behind.

God, please put this tragedy on rewind.

Music, haunting all my thoughts

Yet nothing is safe in this

But a calamity of love

The end of my world.

So plunge the dagger in deeper,

From any angle you can make it fit.

Leave me sitting here, skipping stones;

I wouldn't want him to have a fit.

Why do you elude me, my harlequin?

Was I not good enough for you to use?

Paying homage to those left behind.

God, please put this tragedy in rewind.