Sure it’d hurt Eventually he’d be making dinner For someone else Some people are unlucky
They stay alone Their entire life Not him he’d fumble or drift into someone’s else’s life
He was predictable Is that What made him less desirable? She held his hand
She’d leave him A note Slip out In the morning Before sun appeared
Last visible stars dull and hard It was enough Light jacket Half zipped
Visions of subways Busy city intersections An idea of dinner A quiet café
Seat for one Another life She would Have another life
This is heartbreaking. An idea of dinner and then the last bit. Heartbreaking.
“Heartbreaking” was the word I came here to say, too, and also that I love this line especially:
“Last visible stars dull and hard It was enough Light jacket Half zipped”