Enchanting you by stars hung from her tree

Without your presence ,I’m no longer me.
I ‘ve got  memories that can’t be shared
I feel tlike   some old driftwood   on  the sea

Who was I and who can I now be?
Are there any  people left to care?
Without you here ,I am fno longer me.

I was just about to give you  that hot tea
This  woman sprang our of her  dark lair
I feel inside like  driftwood   on  the sea

That cup of tea was never, then, to be
She took you off as if it were a dare
Without you here ,I feel no longer me.

She put you into rehab misery.
She brought death inside with her like a prayer
I feel  just like I’m   drifting,   all at   sea

They made you go to gym and could not see
That you were  almost dying standing there
Without you living  ,I ‘m no longer me.

Quite soon  your vital signs  had disappeared
You   had not eaten whilst you were  jailed there
I feel inside like  driftwood ;I’m  at sea

Resuscitation  was  to be the  key
I cannot see  the wisdom  of  such fare
Without your presence ,I’m no longer me.

Enchanting you by   stars  hung from her tree
The  angel took your  hand ,as it was bare.
I feel inside like  driftwood , all at   sea

You left so fast but  gave a smile to me.
Happy to escape  the  carer’s  glare
Without your  being here ,I am not me

I feel myself like ape or refugee.
Floating on a raft, I know not where
Without your presence ,I’m no longer me.
I feel inside like  driftwood   on  the sea