i'm sad. it's clear.
and i wish you were here.

no it's not that simple,
and perhaps it's me,

my hand, my doing,
my own lack of empathy.

the smokes, the night,
ways to forget.

they don't mean anything
when there's nothing to endear.

my life was simple,
and it may still be.

but for now,
blurred in the grey.

need to be strong,
to hold on.

to let go and yet not leave.
running's too simple,

too simple for me.