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I walk in and notice you're not home
I only notice the little peanut of foam
nothing broken, no robbers or kidnappers in sight
not a thing desturbed, like there was some struggle or fight

I see missing things though, your chair amn clothes
our love chair were, durring movies, you'd doze
your work calander is gone, not by mine, by the door
It was next to mine befor mine got knocked on on the floor

I search each room for you, the ones you're not in
all i see are moving things, like tape and a stray bin
my eyes are wet like the window sill on a stormy summer day
the same outside, what is it trying to say?

I break down next to our handmade coffee table
we made it with our couple friends Mike and Mabel
I met mike in collage and Mabel in our first dorm party
You and Mabel coming over to complain about naked Marty

We all locked eyes, you and I, Mabel and Mike
We soon followed with dates were we'd bike and hike
Mike and Mabel hit it off and moved after graduation
Leaving me alone in our dorm for a year, with my robot creation

We stayed in touch, he was the best, best man
to stay in touch we were successful, giving it all we can
but now I'm alone in our home,with our cherished photos
our pictures of last week and our first, now old rose

I see a note on our amature coffee table,writen in your cute script
after I read it, I was so mad, I felt the urge to let it rip
I called Mike, waiting two rings, then his calm party voice
It was like our little pond with th slow moving kois

"she left me man, to be with some guy named Bruice"
"Who? Gina? Man I told you she was no good" his voice loose
"I know, I know, but she was so beautful and sweet"
"she came and you never had loved. you were a hungry wolf and her, a piece of meat"

"she was all i had and now there's no reason to live"
"John, I will kill you before you do!" he had no more patiants to give
"your like my brother, no bitch is gonna take you from me
I'll come over and we'll watch a movie, which one you wanna see?"

I don't say a word, just laying on the now empty couch
"I'll be over in a flash" he says and off the couch, I slouch
he comes in and sees me on the floor,only I'm a mope
he goes and pops some corn, and puts a movie in, our old method of cope

It's hatchiko a story of a dog, who waited every day for his owner
every day, after work, even when he was dead, even if he was a stoner
"this reminds me of you, ya know? but i wont let you die
I'd rather eat my great grandma's forget-the-recipie-pie"

I got better, Mike visiting regularly, every day for a month
we laughed at Mike's boss, who has a lisp and said dunth
of corse he ment me, I being the dunce he talked of
not caring for Gina, for all I cared she could be in the sky above