She asked me why I still think about you.
I pondered, mulled, stalled and finally:
"You try. Until it hurts, until you can't;
And then you try harder, until it breaks."

Her eyes were fixated, watching--
waiting for the ripple on the surface.
"I still reach my hand for his,
I still listen for his footsteps."

"Silver linings, you see, they choke.
They peel away your best intentions,
leaving you only a hopeful resentment.
They force you to ignore the storm."

The pitying look she gave was violating.
"I still love him. I still miss him.
I want him to be happy.
I want the best for him."

The truth is, well the truth you see,
That charcoal cloud over my head,
The silver lining pulling tighter,
tighter,
around my neck, until I can't lie.

"I hope he's being choked by his silver lining."