I feel the cool breeze

that creeps its way through my window—

Sitting and hearing the rain drops I’ve longed for...

Where have you been I ask,

and hear nothing in return—

Sitting and seeing the light that flickers from my closet...

Why do you choose to flicker I ask,

and hear nothing in return—

A can of black liquid knocked over in the center of my room...

What has happened to you I ask,

and hear nothing in return—

My mind drifts to times with her…

And I ask what have I done...

I answer,

I’ve changed.