-Maybe I've regained my spirit, but not my heart-
Here it comes,
a new breed of pain
One that speaks of you
One that brings into my head-
another, different picture
even more destructive, more vile,
sharper than the stab of your absence
more poisonous than your words of leaving
-news of you in the arms of another
Fate kicks me off my orbit again.
welcome back drifting.
grow up.
