I was a wreck,

but I saw this coming.

Two weeks after he left,
no one was there -

those who claimed they would.

It's your expectations they said,

people aren't obligated.

But I don't understand;

You were good news.

You made me believe again.

Then when it all comes crashing down -

You ran.

You fled.

As I lie on the floor,

trying to catch my breath.

Tired from the weeping.

All the sadness;

I can't contain.