sixteen months
just wasn't long enough to change your mind
but I'm sure you knew that all along
I was much too young and you were much too far away
to think that I might think about you when you're gone
what did you wear?
how steep was your climb?
what did you have in your pockets at the time?
how long did it take?
how much did you care?
on what side of the street did they find you waiting, there?
sixteen months leaves little to remember
even though I have the photographs to prove that you were there
now and then I think about the way you might have been
but other times, I'm just so angry I don't care
what did you say?
and who did you tell?
what could I have done that might have saved you from yourself?
how did it feel?
and what went through your mind?
what did they do with all the things you left behind?