For the sake of what it is, youd think it would be simple
i would call you and tell you what happened,
youre not who you were.

Im not cold, but i shiver.
I lay next to the opposite empty side of the bed.
scent lingures and memories,
wounds still fresh..
what had i expected?

"No" i called to him, but he didnt stop,
and for once who was there to save me?
because for once you werent the first i could call.