i go on long drives and i drive in a wide circle, i dont touch the fenceposts, i park and stare out the window and pretend im waiting for you, i walk downstairs in fear of bang bang bang and all the lights go out. in the parking lot you said sorry sorry sorry and i lied and i lied and i tried but i lied and lets put her in st. mungos certainly they will find a cure, there is no solution for the incurably sad. i cry at each lamp post and i cry at each secluded park and i cry outside each home and i punch pale legs as hard as i can which isn't so hard as ive lost 100 pounds maybe more. restaurants i hate it i see your car everywhere every neighborhood has memories may i request a lobotomy once they commit me to la la la of white coats and a small cot, participate in groups and watch the television all day, revert to catatonia i cannot hear a word you are saying matthew my heartsweet my matty moo please help me.












