What's Left

What’s left
What’s left to do?
Just sit and cry
And think of you

My ribs ache from violent sobs
Emotions rage and then are gone
My mind is mangled with wild thoughts
Of why and how and please, oh please
I beg a magical release
from all this sorrow and all this pain
By your return to my earthly arms again

And when I’m spent
Made numb and sore
I hope for miracles no more
Bereft of spirit
And dead to life

What’s left
What’s left to do?
Just sit and cry
And think of you.