she's pacing around his room
she's read all his journals
and all his letters
to her
but she still can't quite figure out
just why
he chose to leave the way he did.
you could've been so beautiful
he called her his star
and laughed when she called him the same.
maybe i should've tried harder?
it's too late now, anyways.
she still can't quite figure out how
he could've thought,
for even one second,
that any of them -
his family, his friends,
her -
could live without him.
she's pacing around his room,
still trying to figure out why
he chose to
leave her like that.
but the walls are closing in and the storm is getting closer
and everything has come crashing down
and she can almost see why
he left the way he did;
but she can't, not really,
and nothing makes sense anymore.
where are you now?
i need you,
but you're gone.
i know
i wasn't there when
you needed me...
is this how you're punishing me?
it's not, but she can't know that for sure, now, can she?
