When the light inside your head turns gray
and all you’ve had for breakfast was coffee and some cold regrets;
you choke down words you cannot say
and stumble out to greet the day.
The faces on your desk look blank,
like the shadows that you stop to thank.
You’ve died inside and met your fate,
your heart cries out don’t complicate.
You stop to watch two lovers as they walk hand in hand,
suddenly, you think you understand,
but you don’t.
Your heart cries out, don’t contemplate.
This chapter in your book of life,
once full of love and happiness-
now the hole inside your chest
is pain and strife.
And it ends not like you know it should
and you’d try to fix it if you knew you could,
try to mend it all the same,
but it’s hard to fan a burned out flame.
These pages coming to their end,
in this chapter it seems you've lost a friend.
