He's gone, he's gone
Her body throbbed to the rhythm
Of this thought
When she woke up to
The presence of his absence
That
Filled their bed
But he's in my heart
She thought
This terrible
Lovable
Man
Whose cells are
Now
Under my skin
Photo: Canva
He's gone, he's gone
Her body throbbed to the rhythm
Of this thought
When she woke up to
The presence of his absence
That
Filled their bed
But he's in my heart
She thought
This terrible
Lovable
Man
Whose cells are
Now
Under my skin
Photo: Canva