How am I <br />supposed to handle this? <br />Three days at a time <br />without one single kiss? <br />How am I <br />supposed to cope if you <br />tell me that <br />we are through? <br />How will I <br />manage on my own? <br />I can't even go a day <br />without calling you on the phone. <br />How am I <br />going to live <br />if you tell me <br />something's got to give? <br />How am I <br />supposed to act around you <br />after it's over, <br />after we're through? <br />How will I <br />handle being without you <br />after it's over, <br />after we're through? <br />Please tell me this, <br />look me in the eye. <br />If we're done, <br />How will I? <br /> <br />Witten late 2004.<br /><br />Shelley Caines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-11/
