Encore

There is a little hollow in my heart,
 Like that found in a charming soft old chair
 When someone nestled comfortably there
 Has chosen, of a sudden, to depart.
I didn't sense that I was losing you.
 I kept on hoping hard and making plans,
 Imagining there'd soon be wedding bands
 For us-but you had something else in view.
I gave you everything I had to give,
 And yet it didn't bind you to my side.
You went from me like champagne through a sieve:
 Tomorrow you'll be someone else's bride.
And now, what makes my lot no bed of clover,
 Is that I have to up and start all over!

-Ted To'ttme