Enchanting you by stars hung from her tree

Without your presence ,I ‘m no longer me.
My life of  memories cannot be shared
I feel like   dreadful  driftwood   on  the sea

Who was I and who can I now be?
Are there any  people left who care?
Without you here , I seem no longer me.

I was just about to give you  that fresh tea
This  woman sprang out boldly  from her 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 am no longer me.

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

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

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

Resuscitation  was  to be the  key
I see  no wisdom in a fool’s idea
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