Unnamed

To save what's left of me,
I've got to get away.
Criticisms and putdowns
Are all you have to say.

I cry for love and warmth-
You are cold as ice to me.
Each word I say is viewed with scorn,
How cruel you let yourself be.

Last night I slept alone-again-
Just me and a cat or two.
I got up worried,and thought
I'd go looking for you.

Afraid you were sick I searched in vain,
Around the farm with my flashlight I ran.
So sad and relieved I was
To find you sleeping in the old van.

What's done is finished and can't be undone,
I've said that a time or two,
I never thought that I'd be saying that phrase
And applying it to me and you.