I read the letter that you left me. Then I framed it on my wall. So that I could see it always. While I wait for you to call. I want to say I'm sorry, and hold you in my arms. But you aren't going to let me. You claim my voice falsely-charms. Now who am I supposed to turn to? When things get hard to bare. Since, I only have your letter. To dwell upon and stare. I remember poems and paintings. That I made up just for you. Are they still in your old closet? While I play the lonely fool. I should have stayed home on those nights. When you chose to cry. Instead I went out with my friends. Never knowing why. Now forever has no boundaries. That I can plainly see. Now all I want to wish for. Is that you'll remember me. P.s. Our time together weighs upon my heart like an abortion, thank god. Cheers! You know who you are. Sorry for the inconvenience. (not really) I truly used you the most of all, truly. Think of it this way, I took you there, and paid for it. (I wrote it off with this years taxes though.) xoxoxo, The one that happilly got away.