I'm suddenly weakened by your presence
And my anger turns to hurt...

Surely you knew this would happen?
Or were you always in denial...

If I was honest with myself,
I'd admit how much it hurts...

To the girl who will replace me
I think it's best I tell you straight...

All it took was a look
And your cover was blown...

Today makes it 40 weeks since you've been gone
280 days dragging on and on...

This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...