I never thought you'd do this.
I never thought it'd happen.
Pretty sure Shakespeare wrote something of thee.

I never thought there would come a day
when I'd look at you and not recognize
the person in front of me.

I never thought your fear of losing me
would turn to nothingness,
all 'cause you lost your high.

I never thought I'd meet your stare
and find the love
drained from your eyes.

But you did it.
The day came.
It happened.
I saw it.
And that's what has me scared to death.
Right now.
Twenty-seven hours later.

If something so sure
could die
what of all else?

I had to stay the night;
my train wouldn't depart for another
twenty hours.
It killed me
to have to sleep in your bed
one last time.
To have to feel your scent
in your sheets.
You took the couch.
I gave in to tears
and the blackening hole in my chest.

When I walked out
I put up a wall.
I bet you saw it
because you cried.
I couldn't.
I couldn't look at you anymore.
I couldn't look at you
and not see our love
where it used to be.
Where it ought to be.
Where did it go?
Where did you go?

I hope he's worth it.