Why?
WHY do you always
show up
in my life
at all the wrong times?
I told myself
I was done.
You gave me
every reason
to give you up.

I want you
to walk back in this room
so I can
                                                             ­   panic.
So I can
savor the sheer
     confusion
you put me through.

There's
no reason
for me to even
consider
giving you a
                       third chance.
I've moved on.
You are my past;

"last call, percussion."