Gone

when I wake up in the morning
your arms surrounding
I feel the warmth of you
as if we are not two
but one

you kiss my hair
I wonder where
I found a guy
that makes me sigh
in contentment

you walk outside
and I could cry
the room is cold
as you are sold
gone to another bidder

no late night cuddle
I have to muddle
through the fog of another day
and I while the time away
watching stupid soap operas

your christmas present
a half moon crescent
sits under the tree
to you from me
in case you come back

love is painful
love is kind
that's what they said
but if love is kind
then why did you leave?