The Thought of You

Listening to "our song",
sitting on the couch,
feeling all alone.
Trying to remember our last words.
All that comes to mind is once I turned away, I couldn't look back.
I didn't want you to see the tears that had started streaming down my face.
Something told me I should scream. But it was to hard.
As I walked to school, I can't tell you how many times I looked back to see the bus's back lights.
I hoped that if I wished strong enough, you would come and when I turned around, you would be standing there.
I quickly learned that wouldn't happen.
I had no where to turn,
no one to talk to.
Nothing to hold onto.
For the first time in my life I felt lost.
I was scared and alone.
The worst part? I knew you wouldn't, couldn't be there to hold me or help me through this.