S P A C E S
Inseparable, she and I.
Through thick and thin.
But now she's happy with some one else.
I can see her smile from over here,
brighter than I
Could ever make it.
Alone, me and I.
She won't even grant me a glance.
From those bright brown eyes.
Damn.
Why do they
Look so
Perfect.
To
Ge
Ther?
There was never meant to be
A space for me.
Now I see.
No space for me.
This poem is about:
Me