He got his message, through the net.
To see without surprise, sorry, no, cant.
It could be shock, It might be sad,
Still a tear, He wanted to flow
But the eyes of his was dry as bones
A friend knew, she said move on
The days and years, are not on the end
He shut the lights, went to bed,
he still wondered if she have slept
He tossed and turn, the moon isn't there
Best friend stars, too ran away
Mind was swirling,
phone was tossing
body was just a log.
He thought of some words, then dozed at six.
The sun shone, pupils shown
there is a hangover but no alcohol
On the Dinning table, a cup of water awaits.
he saw, remembered, last night what his mind said
It doesn't matter if the cup isn't gold
It will not kill if the water is 82 years old
I will not say,
If its half empty or full.
As It won't mean anything
If I don't fill it to the brim
He got happy for a second,
He ran to his room,
Searching around through his phone,
But as her picture rose, this smile was gone,
Only frowns and eyerings coloured crow.
lazing around, He screamed out of the gate
Where are you? I can't get you out of my head!