The Donation

This was your last donation
Your last act of giving
Although you never gave anything
To me in life
I was a lost cause
No need for your charity
You said
Now there you sit
Smug, on display
A grey mass, pickled
Ironic as you never drank
Saying alcohol kills
As I drank away
The love between us
This was scavenged
From the ravages of you
The control centre
Of you, your emotions
Senses, soul?
A dead and empty thing
A mass of nothing
No response
No reaction
You were just the same
When you were alive