Sometimes people... #poem

Sometimes, people cut & run,
That's how, they say, goodbye,
Sometimes they use you,
Just for fun,
Then leave you, asking "why?".
It never was a talking point,
The way, you made them feel,
Emotion, and its tired disjoint,
The only thing that's real.
Commercial thoughts,
Of gain & loss,
The stifled names,
And who's the boss,
We leave the fame,
The work is tossed,
We never are the same,
And we'd do it, all again,
But, for now,
Just feel the loss,
And how, they were, once here.

When all the waste

When, all the waste
Of many years,
Is screamed, into your face.

When, trying to heal,
Such tender fears,
And with them,
Love, replace.

But this one, here,
Cries too much tears,
I see it, on her face.

It's time to go,
Before we die,
Before we go,
It's time to die.
But she's not here,
So, "we" decide,
She thinks it's time,
We said "goodbye"

And I don't think,
There's another thing.
She's just been here,
Just acting weird.

But something,
I've been doing, here's,
been driving her, quite mental.

I know, I'm here,
Just sitting here,
Feeling all sentimental.

But after we'll,
have sold the house,
It'll all be incidental.

And broken dreams,
We had for life,
Were just, an instrumental.

[Kenny G sax, here]