"I feel you

Breathing

And I can hear you

Leaving

Chastely, like it doesn't matter that

It's over

And your bags are

Packed,

Your noose tight around my

Neck

While I sob your name

Plain

As

Day

Out the open window I'll throw myself from

At midnight.

'Jesus, how I hate you sometimes.'"

9:04pm 12/1/2005