Until She Comes Back

It's a matter of excruciating fact
Like biting your tongue during a snack 
Feels like having a mild heart attack
My step's rhythm goes out of whack
Until she comes back

So addicted my world turns black
Sundays, don't feel like cooking jack
As I toss and turn waiting in the sack
Until she comes back

Call me Micky, Johnny or Zack
Change my name to Mr. Big Mac
Escaping this feeling called yack
Until she comes back

Like a handsome face minus its six packs
A prized stallion hurt on the race track
Like a porn email virus indignant to crack
Impetuous hands buying sales off the rack
I remain restless until she comes back

-- Louis Mercier

PS: It's been one week, two days, twenty-three hours, four minutes and five seconds that my phone has been sent to the repair shop. My heart goes out to anyone going through the same feelings during a relationship breakup, flood, hurricane or earth quake with loved ones.

PS: You are still in my prayers, Haiti and Japan!


PS: 強いままでいる！