It's like I lost the key to a broken door.
You see, I would open it but I would hope for more
a life filled with ecstasy.
Not the kind of e we abused recklessly,
but the kind we sweetly wished for at night.
Instead I see the world fall on its side.
As my flushed cheeks press against the cold floor,
I am waiting for a sign or something more.
To stand firmly on my feet and admit defeat.
As I am here
and you are there,
forget me not.
These excuses I have made, and there are a lot,
are as fleeting as you thought
me to be.
But I am here
and you are not with me.