Sink into the leather chair,
Too removed to care that the room is pitch dark.
It's quiet now and you have nothing but time
To think, to reflect, to regret...
...she's getting married, you know.
Of course she is, why wouldn't she be
It's been 7 years after all.
You've moved on as much as you can, I'll give you that.
Still, when you find yourself feeling alone,
As is often the case these days,
Your thoughts inevitably drift back to her.
Of her smile,
Of her laugh,
Of her tears when you broke her heart,
Of her back as she turned to walk away.
Life will go on, of that I am certain,
We will all find something to make us whole again, someday
...It's been 7 years.
