The other day you told me you liked Him.
Yesterday you told me we were just friends now.

I still feel so much for you,
and its killing me everyday.

I miss making you smile.
That's His job now.

I always wanted to buy you a fancy dinner,
and get drunk off champagne.

I suppose I can reheat some left overs
and drink some whiskey while you and Him go out to eat.

There isn't much more for me to say,
other than that I love you and I miss you.