She stares at me with empty eyes, and
says, Alice doesn't live here anymore.
Something in me knows this is not true,
but how can I be sure?
She looks through me like she doesn't know me,
but I'm there, and want her to see my face.
And all this time I've been trying to
talk to her about someone taking her place.
She talks to me, not really, but at me.
Somehow, I think I broke our bond.
I ignored her advice, not once, but twice.
I could not see far beyond.
She knew this was coming, and, boy
was she right, and yes, Alice, I am in pain.
He hurt me, I feel used, and how it ended
could have been better, he had nothing to gain.
She talks to me, once again, but
I wish it would not ever end.
Somehow I think we'll be better now,
because you are still my friend.
~This is for my ex boy's sister, my friend who had the guts to tell me the truth.