You're gone.
And I have to learn to live with that.
You found what it is you've been looking for.
You're happy.
And you're gone.
Gone and happy.
A wake of loneliness trails behind you.
I used to have someone to talk to.
Someone who would sometimes read my ****.
I told her to go.
I didn't think she'd disappear.
It hurts.
So I drink.
It doesn't make the pain go away.
I just temporarily forget why I'm hurting.