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Gray Skies
A week has passed since last you had left,
I am surround by skies all gray.
All I can think about is the time we spent together
But now you have gone, far away.
I look back and think, what happened to us?
The bottle is still in front of me on the table.
Flashes start pouring in my mind of the night in question,
Finally remembering the things that made us unstable.
The screaming, the crying, tears rolling down your cheek,
You saw the anger in my eyes, in yours fear.
Things were said, things were done,
But nothing you had to say I would hear.
I realize now I should have handled it better,
But the night has past and you are gone.
And now I just sit there and think,
“What the hell have I done?”
