©2007 Jaylene Johnson and Arun Chaturvedi

The light’s on in the kitchen
Tears flow down the hall
I stare at the ceiling
Time taunts from the wall
It’s not that I haven’t been trying
But nothing I do’s ever right
You cry
I die
A little bit more inside
And everything that I ever said
Like a boomerang
Comes back to my head
I lie in bed
And wish it could be better between us