or has a sick
sense of humor.
It braught us together
just to send us apart.
Now all the gears
that used to fit us
slip
and clack
and grind.
I don't remember
how
or when
I fell apart on you.
But I know I let you down.
So now I'm
pessimistic and optimistic
at the same time.
The glass is half empty
because I drank
the other two fourths
without regard to your thirst.
I'm the cause
of this ache in us both.
It won't stop
and I can't make it.
But with time comes slow
slow
relief.
So they say,
life goes on.
All I want to do
is go back.
