Recycled bean support.

You walked away,
But still in my bed.
You ran in the hills,
But still in my head.
Share care of the kids,
Still talk to our mothers,
Must this stop,
because of the others?

Others men knew,
You were still in my heart.
Their only option, depart.
New house, new flowers, new view,
Still tended by me, you.
New job, new team, new to-do,
Still on my list, you.
Still on my email,
still on my phone,
How did we fail,
Still on my own.

Still, are you happy?
Are you happier still?
I want you. Still.
I want you still.

Fiction is freedom ;)