My Chemical Romance
It’s the tearing sound of love notes drowning out these gray stained windows and the view outside is sterile and I’m only two cubes down. I’d photocopy all the things that we could be if you took the time to notice me but you can’t now. I don’t blame you and it’s not your fault that no one ever does.
But you don’t work here anymore. It’s just a vacant three by four and they might fill your place. A temporary stand in for your face. This happens all the time and I can’t help but think I’ll die alone.
So I’ll spend my time with strangers. A condition and it’s terminal in this water cooler romance and it’s coming to a close. We could be in the park and dancing by a tree, kicking over blades we see or a dark beach with a black view and pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall.
I know you don’t work here anymore. Sometimes I think I’ll die alone, live and breathe and die alone. I think I’d love to die alone. Just take me down.