You had time for me,
I had time for you
We had time for us,
We had time for two.

My past was behind me,
Yours was between us,
First we lost love,
And then we lost trust.

I came third,
Behind you and your last,
Now thanks to your past,
We lost time for two.

The A/C unit emits the same monotone hum that almost puts me in a trance like state.
My desk chair hugs my body and I can feel the warmth trapped between my skin and the black leather.
The grey concrete floor is cold against my toes.
The burning sensation in my eyes is not from being tired.
The crystal glass has been long since emptied.
The ring is now sitting on my desk,
instead of my finger.
Obsessive and insecure are both edges to the same sword, the sword that will cut me and I will bleed sleep.

Every morning he woke up minutes before she did and would listen to the low hum of every breath exiting her nose.
She would flip from her side to her back and the beige covers rustled like dry autumn leaves.
She would moan as she stretched with her arms outwards, fists balled, and her legs high up in the air.
Then, she would turn to him, whisper sweet nothings, and swing her body towards the side of the bed.
The sound of her light feet pattering on the wood floor always made him laugh.

But now his house is haunted.

The walls seem to murmur intrusive thoughts into his head.
The floor rattles beneath his feet like a snake giving a warning.
The glass shakes in the window panes at any slight breeze, mimicking gunfire.
The water from his sink gushed from the faucet with such great speed that it rung against the white hollow porcelain.

She wasn't there anymore.