Mare

You told me that you miss her

We were alone in the park

You couldn't stand her

In a small flat

Yelling and moaning

Always wrong and not enough

And now she wouldn't whisper

No matter how loud you cry out

Codependency demanding

At what time you are finally going to go back home

You feel like you have missed her

Only the phantom is left

Look at it mother

Morbid picture

Like two paths that seem to cross and then they don't