I left months ago,
got over you quickly,
and moved on,
got with a group of friends,
While you were still wallowing in your own sadness
I spend the mornings wandering the halls
with my friends
sometimes we cross paths,
but I don't want to look at you.
I found out that you were doing things behind my back,
without my permission,
and I confronted you,
You lied to me,
saying that you didn't do it
I know that you did.
Your tried to get me to take you back,
but I am through with you.


You left me months ago,
Leaving me behind in the dust,
I couldn't get over you,
try as I did.
I found no comfort in my friends,
the same group that you hung out with,
and became a recluse.
Wandering the halls,
not having any particular path
occasionally we crossed paths,
but you would never meet my gaze.
You accused me,
and I lied and said I didn't do them,
but I know I did.
I know I am to blame,
I said that I was sorry,
but you wouldn't take me back.
You said that you were done,
With me,
with boys.

Left had to go right
that confused him so
but no
that where he had to go
so left did
and found a hole new world.

Faint songs, riding and twisting on
the wind; distorted melodies ripple in a
pool by the
waterfall.  Musty memories rot in
a forgotten room, as my
heart fills the void.  A
weightless flight, dimming to
the sun, fading like
the moon,
spending one summer,
Alone.

After a sudden migration
paint thick brushes hid
and pen lids leapt on nibs,
the sodden hydration
dry as dust.