There you go with your head hanging low.

You’re walking through love alone.

Just two seconds ago, he let go of your hand

after walking you through a dim romance.


I could tell from your glass eyes,

And your half-smile hiding miserable demise.

The smoke oozed through your lips,

and you knew you took too many hits.


Now, as you walk half-awake,

you wonder how you didn’t break.

Your fog blinded you from what you missed.

And now, you ask yourself, “Whom was I with?”