She's still running, she's still going strong,
I'll always know what I did wrong
but I'll never get another shot.
That's just not the ending for my plot.

Are we different, are we playing,
are we seriously saying
we are meant to be
apart.

My breath visibly escaped my nose
my next question promptly arose.
Am I just like one of those,
Am I one without the need to close
the closest of agreements.

Another one has left,
the elusive deed of theft,
Inconsistently planned,
a workplace left unmanned.