One man is not enough

I take you out of me...Like they take out a bulletThen I rearrange the space for distant namesI take you out of meA lonely apple tree in spring,Then I fill the space with woody colors,And I sit...To watch the distant forest that you used to hideI take you out of meLike they take out the furniture of a house in which two lovers live...They disagreed and abandoned itAnd it became cold...