I close my eyes
and the world drops dead
the cold pierces
my skin with sharp lead.

And your words hit me with a slam
and all I did was just bled and bled
It was all just made
up in our heads.

The sheets that once laid
across OUR bed
Now just contain one of each
and my arms reach for you, outspread.

I ponder and question why
did you stop and fled
Why couldn’t we just understood
after all that misread and misled.

Now my fingers crawl
and they tread on the loose threads
All there is to do is to hope
and to look ahead and miss the unsaid.