It's been a while since she's seen him,
Funny how we drift apart...

I'm thinkin' this is a poem,
a poem just for you...

My apologies for forgetting
all the promises I tossed...

Every sunshine swirl
nips giddily at your heels...

I'm going to write you a happy poem,
haven't done that in quite some time...

It all just seems so insignificant to say...
Post-screaming, that regrettable silence that...

It's getting dark in this little prison,
the one that people keep calling my bedroom...

This poem's just a little piece of everything,
painted to look sort of like the morning sky...

We blamed it on the weather,
our little grey-cloud shreds of self-pity...

Sedate your simple questions as you watch
Time ticking past, you think...

Snapshots you hang on your white walls
of holding hands in a blizzard...

It snowed outside today
and I forgot what summer was...