Our time was like an empty house
You drive by, but never enter
To speak to the girl within.
My heart is like the school girl
Waiting for her bus at the corner
Knowing that the bus has already come and gone.
I cry and I ache.
I plead to the heavens.
My stomach churns and burns.
Longing for you.
But like an orbiting comet,
We orbit each other’s bodies,
but never get too close.
We tear each other apart on the inside
whilst we wear a fake smile and play like fools.
Crashing into each other
The moon drives us into one another’s skin
You crumble. I fold.
I leave us both empty in the snow when I go.
Leaving you at the place, the very spot,
where you chose not to follow.
Haunting us both.