Why do I still mourn for you?
When I chose to leave,
Escape the broken pieces,
Before the shrapnel tore me apart,
Yet here I am, crying over an ending,
One I was never meant to have.
Why do I still mourn for you?
When I chose to leave,
Escape the broken pieces,
Before the shrapnel tore me apart,
Yet here I am, crying over an ending,
One I was never meant to have.
There is a popcorn ceiling above my bed,
I like to think of it as constellations,
Or the freckles on the face of Mother Earth,
One day I left to study and when I came back-
My little universe was gone, she had left.
The ceiling stripped bare leaving an abyss,
And I wonder if this is how it feels to be empty?
I spotted a magpie,
And I couldn’t help but agree,
We were both filled with sorrow.
I thought it had ended then,
In that moment,
Where we’re oceans apart.
You gave me a glimmer of hope,
But I can see now it’s not the ending we’d hoped for.