Dr, pronounce us dead now,
time of death 7:11a.m. on
February 19, 2004...
according to my caller i.d.,
the last time I heard
his human voice.
I should have died
with us, because
I don't think
I can go on.
I never expected
him to take away
his love so easily,
so suddenly, him who
always called me back
after a bad fight to
tell me he needed me,
him who showed up
when I was meeting
someone else at
a local bar, him
who called 15 times
the night I had
another date over,
him who was so
jealous he broke off
his key in his door,
slept in his car,
had to break in
through a window,
him who would call me
ten times a day to
tell me he missed me.
Now, supposedly, that
and all we had together
was just a lie.