The crying’s unbearable.
The hurt, unreal.
Did you ever consider,
how I might feel?

I took my problem to you,
trusting you.
The words you said,
were helpless and few.

“Did I say the right thing?
Did it help her any?”
You might wonder.
It just brought pain back, and plenty.

To go through this again,
would nearly kill me.
I’ve been through this once,
and I didn’t want to again, you see.

Now it has returned,
and I cry myself to sleep,
because for months on end,
this pain I must keep.

Your face I will not see,
‘till September.
I’ll miss you more,
than I’ll ever remember.

I must talk to you,
to get rid of the pain.
I wonder if I’ll ever be,
the same again.

You hurt me too much,
with what you didn’t say.
And for that,
now I must pay.

To enjoy myself,
is an impossible task.
Is just to talk to you,
too much to ask?