Since you’ve been gone, the double bed is too big.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been wearing your pajamas, which are also too big.
Since you’ve been gone, I keep the electric blanket on all night. I dream I’m a pizza, trapped in the oven of that bad Italian restaurant we went to on Quay Street. The tables were crammed so close together that when we sat down, the stranger next to us said, “Glad ye could make it.”
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been listening to that song, “Since You’ve Been Gone”.
Since you’ve been gone, since you’ve been gone, I’m out of my head, can’t take it.
Since you’ve been gone, when I hear the song, “Since You’ve Been Gone”, I don’t feel like rocking out and playing air guitar like I did when I heard “Since You’ve Been Gone” before you left.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve committed mass herbicide. You’ve turned me into a herbicidal maniac. You should have taken the plants with you.
Since you’ve been gone, I sing along like a strangled cat as Sinéad O’ Connor sings, “Since you’ve been gone, I can do whatever I want. I can see whomever I choose.”
Since you’ve been gone, I want to do nothing, and I choose to see no one.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve stopped shaving my legs and my eyebrows meet in the middle.
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve renounced plates. I stand in the kitchen and eat straight from the saucepan and there’s nobody there to give a damn.
Since you’ve been gone, I keep waiting. I keep waiting and the bed’s not getting any smaller. I keep waiting, since you’ve been gone.
Photographer: Ewa Samples
Prose Author: maire-t-robinson
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brilliant words and simply beautiful in a sad way, thanks for sharing- like it a lot
I love the frantic feel of this. It echoes the feel after a painful breakup. It’s funny but poignantly sad at the same time. Nicely done!
Thanks Niamh, Derek, Louise and W.G! I really appreciate your kind comments.
brilliant line ! –
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve stopped shaving my legs and my eyebrows meet in the middle.
and i think I know that resturant on quay street:)
That was excellent, Maire. For a story that references so many song lyrics, they could be song lyrics in themselves. At least, that’s the way I read them.
Loved the eating out of pots, and eyebrows meeting in the middle. Brilliant prose piece, made me sad and made me smile – what more could you ask for – since you’ve been gone!
Great ryhme-scheme. And a unerversial feeling of break-ups.
This was well, well done. Thanks for posting!