I turned white in one single night,
when you said you were leaving me –
when you said you were tired
of my daily lament.

You were my inspiration,
breaking into my world so suddenly, like a police raid.
And now for the word love
I no longer have a good rhyme.

I was prone to despair
but it was easier with a bottle of wine.
Drunk at the wheel
I drove down the wrong side of the street.

Now I live with my dog
in this eerie silence of a small apartment.
I watch him often and wonder
whose eyes are sadder?