A Rita

Rita took my smile
In her smile
My subject
Took it with her
What is rightfully mine
And tore it from my chest
And there's more
Took your picture, your rag, your plate

What a mess!
An image of Saint Francis
And a good Noel record

Rita killed our love out of revenge
Left no inheritance
Didn't take a penny
Because she didn't have any
But caused losses and damages

Took my plans
My poor mistakes
My twenty years
My heart
And on top of everything
Left me speechless
A guitar