ihavebeenfloated

I met you on a Thursday
there was rain drizzlin’ down
you told me your life story
though I didn’t ask
and I knew from that moment
that I’d never see you again

I ran into you on a Wednesday
your hair was pulled back so tight
your forehead reflected the moonlight
i told you about the girls who came
with their brown eyes
and left just the same
you told me then
that i’d never see you again

on monday
we sat alone in the morning sun
comin’ through the blinds
with nothing left to say
but the awkward breathing
kept us honest
and we agreed
that i’d never see you again

sunday
i told you i loved you
your brown eyes wet
with fear, i cannot say
but, when i woke up
monday
there was a slip of paper
sitting alone on the table
and i knew
that i’d never see you again

i lose at life, going to sleep now