I cry tears and slit the skin over my wrist,
Where'd you go?
I'm all alone.
It's cold and I can't remember how to breathe.
The pain is too much to bear,
And I need to redirect my attentions.

The smiles are gone and I miss them more than I do you.
The chocolates and flowers,
The kisses under the stars,
The handholding under a summer sun.
When I think of them all the throbbing ache -
The one deep in my chest - refuses to stop.

"Why don't you try to tell him?"
"Why are you crying?"
"He doesn't care."
"Stop crying."
My subconscious nags, firing at me with stabs of raging ice

Where'd you go?
Why is there so much pain today?
When will I smile again?
Is there pain today to show me how to smile for the next millennium?