Text, narration & production © 2021 C. Kurtz.
Music: Bach, Cello Suite No.1 in G major, prélude.
“There are more people who wish to be loved than there are who are willing to love.” ― Nicolas Chamfort.
Since you left, the stuff you left
just makes me feel sad and bereft;
and so it’s time to clean the house
and say goodbye to my old spouse.
I threw ev’rything of yours away
and that includes your lingerie;
could leaving that have been designed —
or did they not fit your behind?
I threw away the sofa where
you first told me you didn’t care;
a piece of crap straight from Walmart —
the very place you’d break my heart.
Remember our umbrellas we
kept with us through our history?;
they’re both now sitting in the trash,
like two plots since gone ash to ash.
I’m throwing ev’rything of yours
out of my life, out of my drawers;
I can’t believe you left your brush
’cause who believes that rom-com mush?
And in the fridge, what did I find
but condiments you left behind;
the mustard and the mayonnaise —
reminders of our better days.
I scrubbed the bathroom spic and span —
your hair’s now in the garbage can;
I used ammonia so now you’ve
been made to chemically remove.
I’ve sanitized the life we had —
perhaps I’ll post a craigslist ad;
perhaps I’ll buy me a houseplant
to love me since it’s sure you can’t.
Your toothpicks and your dental floss
I never want to come across;
and I’ll save lots come your birthday,
with less crap I will throw away.
We’ll always have Llano.