october
i save all her phone messages
and play them when she is not here
in her accent she sighs and says:
"well, take care"
who's dreams do you think are falling apart?
in october
it's over
there's things i been working to say
but i don't know what she'd do
like: "i'm not the same guy,
and i don't want this life without you"
we're so apoligetic
you're sorry for nothing
i'm worse for accepting
sorry never fixes anything