I cannot count the days Iíve been talking to you,
Or the hours you spent with her.
Not the times you held hands or embraced
In the English room.
However, itís been eight hours since I reentered
The world of your high laugh for old inside jokes.
Iím not sure what to feel,
Since I know that itís been a year since Iíve
Been over you.
Iím not sure what to do,
Now that you and her are over, and youíve
Eaten all my marshmallows.
My lunch is cold, my hot chocolate tastes funny,
And the whip cream has been licked clean with
Lip glossed mouths. I can only think
To wrap my arms around you once more,
And remember how good we were at the whole
Best friend thing.
I can only hope that Iíll be able to help you smile again,
Run my hands through your hair and fix that scowl,
And start counting the minutes until
Those marshmellows glue together your broken heart.