I went two months
Now almost three
But last night I heard your laugh
And now it's really hurting me
Made me think about
What you heard before
The loud ring that echoed
Between your fingertips
And your dreams
And I wonder if that's why
I have trouble seeing
Why things are showing up
In sets of twos and threes
And all are shapeless bodies
Doing rain dances
That make me cry senseless
And I'm pushed outside
Without a raincoat
Standing with a wait list
Waiting on explanations
That only come in a form of a
Suicide note on a stick-it
Written between the lines of ink
Are the only pieces of you
That I have left
But I cant keep it because
The cops want it for evidence
To prove that you were too ******
Just like the rest
And it makes me sad to say
But we had so much in common
And now you're gone
You're flying high today
Makes me think how I shouldn't
Have let you borrow
That stick-it note
That I was supposed to use
One day