forever

everyday

you try to get

better,

everyday

you stand up

and begin

again;

but the best

is behind you

now.

there are days

when you are sure

you will never

make love

again,

and more still

when you just don’t

care;

the music fills your brain

until you begin to

choke on it,

as you reach for the comfort

which is no longer

there;

3 in the morning

never felt so cold,

on dark, lonesome Fridays,

when everything

that once made sense

falls away

into lakes and valleys

where hidden monsters

lie patiently in wait;

and it is here

that you belong,

it is this

that you have sought,

so now

shall it be;

the ultimate loser

in the final loss

of a game

being played

on foreign fields;

you never stood a

chance;

she has taken

the one thing

which might have

made a difference,

with impossible promises

and broken truths,

as it all begins to come

together

one more time;

closer,

nearer,

quieter,

silently,

gone;

and you think inside,

if she just walked

through that door,

you would love her

forever.

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