She left me.

She thought you left,
To leave her alone.
Standing there,
With no home.

Alone on the street,
With her blanket to curl.
Why did you leave,
This young little girl?

With one last kiss,
No said good-by.
No sign of tears,
Not near to cry.

Left her there,
And drove away.
Never came back,
To explain your way.

A year and older,
Her blanket to curl.
Her skin to bone,
This little girl.

A breath away,
To stand on end.
From life to death,
Life must end.