In a week
My thoughts are nothing new
But memories refusing to die
Never aligning to the reality

In a week
I've become nothing
An empty shell lacking
Substance and spontaneity

In a week
The cut is as fresh
As the flowers that grow
Outside the window you're never at

In a week
You haven't returned
I don't hear your voice
I hear nothing at all

In a week
I still can't accept the facts
You're gone and moving on
I'm left behind on purpose

In a week
I battle to shoot down dreams
That you gave me
You haunt me everywhere

In a week
I've become so helpless
Deranged, beaten - help me
I'm still missing you