Moving on

I died a little today, when I saw
You had not sent me flowers on "our" day
And, then, I found I just could not ignore
The fact that you had gone so far away
I'd not see you again or taste the bliss
Of your lips against mine and your fine tongue
Within my mouth - it swirled into each kiss
But now it's still - it seems the fun is done,
For you are loving girls in paradise;
And I must wait until I join you there,
Though you won't mind I took your sweet advice,
And found another man to help me bear
The burden of your loss by, to be blunt,
A little death that suits my needy cunt.