Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Finished

I'm not aware
It's not that I'm not there,
It's that I wasn't,
Before.

I wasn't there,
To hear you cry,
To keep you company
Before your goodbye.

I lost the air inside my lungs,
The minute you hung up,

I came undone.

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