Our fourth date, You didn’t call.
I stopped by your house and now….
I don’t move.
I don’t know what to do.
All the people,
Go about their life,
Doing their work.
As if life isn’t falling apart.
More void in me,
Than a black hole could ever contain.
More than anything else can retain.
I had developed feelings,
Thought we were falling in love.
Guess it was up to me to pick myself up,
Because you had fallen ,and now will never get up.
I wanted some happiness.
You lie dead,
This love story,
Became unrequited before it could even begin.