at 4:45 he left me

at 4:45 he left me
and now I am so much more alone
but in all honesty
he was never really Here

with him goes my heart,
my poetic words
are sucked up, and dried out, and gone
and when there's nothing left to say
I always feel I've said too much

but now I am slowly moving on,
I will fill my days with things I know and love,
everything inside is missing
and there's nowhere left to go but up

maybe he will someday fade
and I'll look back and shake my head
a thousand nights, a thousand days,
a stranger I will love instead.

-kb