Why do people leave
And take my heart with them?
Does it bring them joy
To know that my soul, bedlam
Were the stars not enough to keep you,
The dizzying heights of bright
Was the ice not slick, the cold not fright
The Christmas tree, a bit too slight
Why do people cry
It wrecks my sane facade
I wish that we could talk it out
Without the tears on the esplanade
Were the promises not enough to keep you
Futures, the ones that won't come
Could our unrelinquishing grip
Exhausted ambitions, fingers gone numb
Why do people go
While I'm all alone, cold
Do they hear the crack
The sigh
.
.
.
Of a chasm gone untold.
