It wasn't that I was lonely, I was just alone

Feeling empty because of how you filled me up

With your fibs and fabrications

Seeing you paint your face on everyday

Just took the color away from mine.

I let you go, and we both know where

There is no question of what you did or didn't do.

I was waiting for you to come back home

And take advantage of my needing

I was counting down time.

There were times I felt the inches between us

Were more like vast oceans filled with waves

Of our breaths, but unlike the ocean

We were never one

Neither of us was ever whole.

The morning after the moon was still high in the sky

Pale and white, like the linen sheets I threw away

After you touched them

Funny how when I was lying next to you, I felt

So alone.