February Fourth

When it hit me I cried,
when he told me I cried,
when you left I cried,
when I think of you I cry.
It was February fourth
and you were heading north,
a tear was running down my face
as I watched you drive away leaving me here in this empty place.
And now your gone snuggled up in bed with another
and still no other
could replace you and your simple face!