Sitting alone in this empty room,

Wondering what's to come.

I don't have much to offer;

Yet, what I have is up for grabs

If they think they want it.

A desolate soul,

Consumed with grief

Over what I had in you.

An empty void,

Looking to be whole again,

Just like I was with you.



And as I watched you walk away

That day --

Broken, on the ground.

I couldn't help but feel this way . . .

I knew the end was coming;

I saw it in your eyes,

Long before that day

When you said goodbye.