I call your name

And it echoes back to me

The house is empty

As is my heart

How could you leave?

And without saying anything

Just writing a note

You felt neglected

And unloved, you said

How ironic

Everything I did was for you

Maybe I worked too many hours

Came home too tired

But it was all for you

And maybe you were neglected

But you were never unloved

Now that you're gone

I never leave the house

I just stay here at home

In the dark

Wishing you were here

How ironic