When we first became an item,
There was not a single doubt,
That when I needed you,
You would be there to help me out.
When we first got together,
We were virtually inseperable,
And although some thought it silly,
We saw it as desirable.
And here I am on the very day,
Of our seven month anniversary,
Wondering if I have done something,
To make you angry.
Lately it has become quite clear,
That you would rather be somewhere else,
Not with me, not here.
The biggest problem of them all,
Is the answers I can't find,
All I know is I am alone,
And you don't seem to mind

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