Crying in the hallway, leaning and depending on the 
One person that will always be there,
But that you've hurt so much.
Looking deeply into the eyes of the
One person you ever loved and
Seeing such truth.
Realizing that he doesn't give a 
Damn about how you feel.
People that were once people,
Have now disintegrated into a light dust.



That song you like suddenly plays and
You don't care.
All signs of the future are clear.
Iroquois Falls, just a place, not a world.
Much more to see, so much to experience.



Wanting to feel desperately loved,
Ending the day with displeasure.
People laughing, you crying.
A herd of people looking and
Wondering what's wrong?



Not focusing on the people that actually
Care; but in shock, focusing
On that one person that has hurt you so much.
Will he ever grow?
The long talk just a month ago, was nothing.
He is now vapour, air, an illusion.



You sit there, you're still,
Watching as people race by.
Desperately looking for that one person
Who is carrying your heaven.



Sitting and looking out the window on the bus,
Sun shining and visions of loved ones
And nicer situations come to mind.
Remembering how you hurt that person who
Is so focused on hurting you.



Reflections in the mirror,
A ghostly face is placed and you somehow
Through that see yourself.
Disgusted and disbelief are
Sighed in the night.
Not understanding but always understanding.
A haven turned to hell.


 
©  Lindsay Lee Graham
2001