i feel unaccompanied.

sipping hot chocolate in every
cafe i've never been to,
holding back while you
sit back in absentia..

i've never heard a clock tick
so loudly
& so slowly . . .

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

he asks me how you're doing.
how little he knows.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

you were the one that
didn't think i was too much
but never wanted me to be less.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

it's sad that i have to look
for you when i need you,
though you're never around.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

because when you need me,
you know i'm right where you left me.

how does it feel

to bond over the same pain?

to connect not over a drink,

but over similar reasons for leaving?

i hear you're still around

but nowhere near me.

why did you do it

if nothing crashed & burned?

was there something i couldn't see?

did you end it before it crashed & burned?

were we always meant to?

did you know this?
did you know this?

there is nothing worse than man-made tragedy.

because then you know it can be controlled. changed.

he brought us together

and now you ask to see him. comfort him.

share a slice of pizza & be a shoulder to cry on

as you wine & dine a street over from my house,

where i said we should all go before you moved away.

but here you are.

& there i am not.