Better than a Badger.

I saw a dead badger as I drove on by,
cold and dead not a twinkle in its eye,

"You're better off than that," I tell myself,
even though I'm back on the shelf,

I've been here before, most of my life
But it's not being single that's causing me strife

You see after we met from your come-hither,
my love grew more while yours grew thinner,

It hurt you to break up, so why did you do it,
I would never have left you, perhaps you knew it,

Each day without you has no equal,
The hours slip by in time like acrid tar, rather than sweet tasting treacle,

It feels like nothing I can say will change the idea in your head,
which is a shame,
because your place is empty beside me on the memory foam bed.