I found myself unable to walk away
And I turn to see if she can,
Unable to cry I sit in the gutter,
Set aback by her disappearance how could she?
And moved by Segovia’s melody I shed a tear not out of fear
But how she disappeared
Swollen gland hurts to swallow
The mucous that coat my quivering neck
And my attempts to drown my worries in a 12-ounce bottle fail me once again.
Where is my friend?
Is this the end?
Shivers run down my spine,
How I repine to use what is mine.
Devastated by the regrets of not leaving early
I fell in love.
Now I can only recall the good things that were shared,
How much I carried my soul was bared
I am scared
This shirt to which catches my tears must be burned
And what of my memory? What has she done to me?
Do I really hope she calls on me?
The burden falls on me.
What does she mean to me?
And the earth has no worth she was my birth,
I have a past that she had not lived
I have no more to give, so why do I live?
On my floor are the shoes, which held the feet that I caressed.
On my chair her clothes which I undressed
She reins the best
What if she dies?
Black are the skies
Which once were her eyes.
Shops here just might was almost a year
I must shed a tear
And I must and mind fear
Has it really ended? Did she mean it when she said it was? You
What am I to do?
Who can I turn to?
Is a solid my head?
What will I write cannot be read?
Tomorrow is another day that brings with its labor the
But is it new? When yesterday’s left its pieces shattered on the morning floor
Can be swept?
Can be washed?