Little Losses

I want to ask you
How life is without me
But I am here so I don’t think you’d know.
It’s true that you don’t have the
Ooh the oh the ah
Of me the
Lick
Of me the
Salt
Of me the
Bite
Of me the
The whispered words
The sticky joyful nights
With me.
But somehow in the giving
I have disappeared
And now I’m left with just the meat and bone
Of me

Yet I am here and so you still retain the
Useful thriving parts
Of me the
Smart
Of me the
Will
Of me the
Earn
Of me the
Things that serve
And so you need not yearn
For me.
But somehow in the telling
You have disappeared
And I am left with just the endless me
Of me.
(and me and me and me and me and me and me and me and me)