White stone

On a bench made of white stone you left me all alone. I fell deep into a slump my fire was then blown out. No matter where I go I know I will always need you so, because I’m like a yo-yo, going back and forth on the colored string called life. Going up and down from emotion to commotion. I’m in an explosion, because I will feel this way till I leave the bench made of white stone and leave my granddaughter all alone.