the guy who said he would come and see me didn't
the guy who bombarded me with fucking talk stopped talking
the girl whose hand i held whose tears i dried does not call me now that i could use a hand
i would not tell anyone i want a hand but...
the cat hears an outside yowl and slips out to his nocturnal fun
his tail waving a fluffed question mark
i thought i had cast the guy who bruised my heart out of it
though as absence and abstinence make the heart grow fonder i guess i am fucked
although i am not
erm... apologies to a magazine with a similar name... especially as it's editor has been kind enough to feature me... what can i say - it was a pun waiting to happen...