I'm looking for you, searching for a distant response. But you don't reply, and it's not the first time.
The sky is clear tonight, and the moon hangs low and bright, I look to the stars that are spinning an a cigarette induced rush.
"I'm sorry" I whisper up to you.. And look down at the cigarette between my thinning fingers

Nothing...

"I'm so sorry" I moan into the vast emptiness, a parody of my life...
You'll never answer, and I'll never forgive myself.