You used to be my lovely bride
Then used me a threw me by the wayside.
Shattered with betrayal and abuse
I gasp for air that I was refused.
From that moment and to the past
I walk my memory on broken glass.
I pick up pieces to rebuild my trust
But it all falls to rust and dust.
The world and you moved on
Yet I’m alone and don’t belong.
I’ve read my faith on the wall
Of a public toilet stall.