A pang in my stomach,
A wet tissue,
A bleeding hole in my heart,
Tears on the table that I haven't bothered to dry.

I say I'm okay;
What else do they expect me to say?
I've stopped crying,
But I don't think I'm any more okay than before.

I gaze outside at the white falling flakes.
The beauty of the snow is mesmerizing.
But it fails to distract me;
Everything I see reminds me of everything I lost.

Suddenly I feel the pain clearly again;
Fresh tears spring from my eyes.
I'm really alone,
Staring at the tears on the table that I don't bother to dry.