Two months ago, I posted a poem, Cheap Cigarettes. Someone special wrote it to me.
I was happy back, then. Now, I can't say the same. I never couldn't put my feelings that time into words because I was in cloud nine. But now I can. Now that I've come down from the heavens back to Earth, back where I'm used to be. I thought the void was filled but I guess not.
I wrote this not in response to his poem, but just to end it. We started with a poem, I'll end it with a poem. The only problem was, "There was never an us."
