Sitting, dim lit,
Thinking of you, my chick.
Loving memories, do indeed, come to mind
As lonely nights this depression amplifies
With the thought of you, my dear concubine.
Thinking of you, my chick;
I, here, alone do sit,
Thinking thoughts,
Thinking things all for naught
As depression is fought.
I bring up sweet memories,
One of many melancholic tendencies
Caused by the likes of you;
You are the reason for my new born blues,
You are the reason for my base filled tunes.
Because you're gone my heart melts,
I profligate my prolific self.
Without motivation to perpetuate
A happy life with a better mate;
My life, with this solitude, I consummate.
