As I walked into the room,
she was making copies.
She said good morning,
I said hello,
and little did she know,
what was going on
behind my smile.
How could she,
for she didn't even know me,
strangers that we be.
She said “it's Monday”,
and I said “I know,
time to start over again,
all brand new”,
and that made me
think of you,
and what we had,
and where it went
and why?
And it made me wonder
what was left,
if anything,
and what could
be done with it,
if anything.
You always said,
you loved me,
SO MUCH.
And I thought you knew,
just how much I did too…
SO MUCH,
but after all
is said and done,
it doesn't mean a thing,
if
it doesn't mean a thing.
It meant so much to me,
it was all I ever
wanted,
needed,
dreamt of,
How
can such things happen?
How?
How?
How?
and leave my heart
so sick,
and
so empty,
howling at this black moon?
