Ratchet

I no longer find you in my dreams
I no longer hear your whisper

Though sometimes i caught a glimpse of your silhouette

Wind came yesterday
Bearing the news of your ratchet past
Back when you and i go hand in hand
Back when i close my eyes and you fall asleep

Why is it that i feel
Ripped out of my guts
My innards stamped to the ground
By you

When it was the news of past?