She knew it was really over this time. No second chances. No apologies. Just a goodbye. A best friend, a lover soon to be stranger. From talking everyday to 2 second check ups out of regrets. To now becoming a bitter memory. When you finally utter why you wanted them to stay… it’s generally too ******* late.
Make a phone call to nowhere– no one is home. Knock on your chest- there's no answer
everything is broken.
And you to realize.
As pieces of what was,  lie before you  
And my darling, you’re alone again.