Why'd he do this to me?

I don't think he knows.

That I can't lay down my head anymore.

Not without wishing I could hold his hand again.

It's killing me that he's so far away.

That I can't reach over and grab his hand.

But that's life isn't it?

A mess of misery?

Forever wanting what you can't have.

I wish I could change that fact of life.

But alas I'm doomed to suffer.

Just like the rest of the world.