November.

a few months ago
you told me to wait
because you were unpredictable
and ureliable and inconsolable
but i believed that it was a test
rather than the truth

and instead i measured the time
with how many heartbeats
it would take for you to come back to me

i wrote you a song but the molody matched the one that always played on the radio

and that was the day you left for good
leaving behind nothing


you were too sad to love yourself so i loved you enough for both of us.