I suppose
I felt like falling.
I suppose
there's nothing really wrong
with that.
I suppose
I should've stopped you
from leaving me
all alone.
I suppose
there should be something
in my heart.
But just like you,
it's all gone.
Milk, sour
from the days
I've waited your calls
but
I'm still not over
your eyes
and your hair
and your smile.
Please,
stop being gone.
