1700 HRS MAY 3RD 2007

Its strange,

after all that has been

said and done,

all that has been spoken,

the feeling just

isn't right.

I still go through

the night,

tracing our footsteps

from the beginning

until they disappeared

into thin air,

wondering how

our lives

led us there.

empty house,

empty bed,

empty life,

empty.

Words just come easily

to me.

But my words can't

quite describe

the feelings

when you first kissed me

because you thought

I was asleep.

How sincere

I thought you were.

I now wonder

what I loved in you,

and wonder

what you loved in me.

Maybe you just loved

someone else

you were hoping me

to be.

Just how long,

have I been drifting

in your life,

just how long

have I been dreaming

I could get this right.

Even if I tried

with all my might

to be the one

you actually love.

How could it be

any surprise

when you walked out

of my door

for the last time.

Just an empty surprise,

empty.