Don’t leave me like this,
Incomplete and absurd,
Like your new year resolution,
Another wingless bird.

Without you I’m nothing,
With you I’m some,
Complete me thy master,
Please give me meaning some.

You started with an idea,
Moulding emotions and some enigma,
Nurturing me right,
Damned by some heavenly stigma.

Where did you lose it,
All of a sudden,
I was your invention,
Not a pit of burden.

Gave up on me in vein?
Another dying flame.
Don’t leave me thy master,
Drafted in your bin.
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Guess that’s fin.

–Y