without you my days seem pointless <br />i wander aimlessly among the crowd <br />my mind in a state of complete chaos <br />wondering how and when and where things went wrong with us <br /> <br />i sit on the bench infront of the old greyhound bus station <br />one way ticket to nowhere in my hand mulling over <br />that night we stood outside your shrinks office when you mentioned our separating for the very first time <br /> <br />it almost seemed unreal as you refused to explain why you wanted to part in your haste to get away to who knows where <br />but i could sense this was the beginning of the end for us<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-us/
