Two years now and I'm alone again.
Close your eyes and count to ten and tell me,
How the hell you've been?
"I'll be okay: I promise and I swear.”
As they open up I ask abruptly,
“When? And why? And where?”
I found the shoulder,
I found the closest one

Confessed my fears and that it's done.
I can't stare at the ceiling anymore.
As the story goes, we always know that when it rains it pours
I had a life and I had friends.
I miss all of them

I stare at the picture on my sill from opening day,
The times that were a thrill…
Coughing heavy from the habit I should've quit.
I wonder if I did if it would've helped a little bit
I paced the places and the hallways where we'd meet
Hoping one day you'd come my way and sweep me off my feet.