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two months down.

doing fine.

coming around.

learning to believe

losing you

wasn't a loss for me.

and all of the holes you left

just made the light easier to see.

two months down

and i haven't heard a sound.

sometimes i pray

that it might be the day you come back.

always regret it

moments after i've said it

because i know it's best you're away.

maybe in a year or two

when the sting is a little less.

would be the perfect time 

for you to show up, a mess.

i could look you in the eyes

and not think about the lies

i was too blind to see.

maybe once i'm not so bitter

that all of my heart 

was shared with a quitter,

i could see you and not still have hope.

i could even lower my eyes

and touch your hand

to let you know i'm over it.

but nothing ever goes as planned.