Where does that leave me,
Disowned, unwelcome.

Do the words that I said even ring a bell?
Do you remember crossing my path,
Let's stop one second, do this math.

If I were you, and you were me,
where would we even be?
I took you down this street before,
lost.
we knocked on every single door.
knock.

"hello my dear" that woman said, with a gleam in her eyes,
"who could it be you're looking for?"
"come on child, aren't you sure?"
I replied a simple name, Bill....
She crossed her arms and glared at me,
he passed away,
cancer
it made him weak....

I backed away, and shook my head,
thought out loud,
"he cant be dead,
this just cant be,
bill was my world,
so where does that leave me.... ?"