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.