1225 hrs March 18th 2007

I woke up this morning,

not knowing why.

Wishing I never had to

wake up ever again.

I sat alone

in my living room,

and imagined you

lying on the couch

as you told me

our story is finally over.

I thought I saw sorrow

in your eyes.

I struggled to speak

but can only cry.

I am alone again,

fighting to fill

the desolation

that was once

our life together.

I guess I am past

anger and bitterness.

All that is left

is just emptiness.

Abandonment

follows me

like a dark shadow.

Depleted

I stare

at the hollowness

of my existence.

I kicked the empty

beer can at my feet.

That was how

you left me.

Like an empty beer can

noisily rolling across

its hollowness.

Baby, if only

you could hold me

one last time

and feel a little bit

of my hurt