Jackie sat on her bed crying when she heard us talking late that night.
Did the sound of sorrow strengthen to make up for tears that blurred our sight?
I don't know how full the moon was, or if there were clouds that veiled the sky.
I remember pushing you back. I remember not saying goodbye.
All is lost, like a thought in time, but this is the price I pay for always
trying to start a fire without a spark.
Now the only thing that comforts is the thought that someday you'd turn back,
and be met by my resistance; watching you lose everything you have.
Now there are blank walls in your bedroom. Each one shows I never made a dent.
Haunting every sleeping moment, everything that I've destroyed was sent.