I’ve been doing nothing all the live long day.

Except eat, sleep, read, and pray.

I sometimes think about when you went away.

Left a note: said there was nothing more to say.

I never looked for you. Often, wondered if you’re OK.

When living life and chasing dreams. Living life gets in the way?

…

I saw you last week, alone, at a 5 star restaurant.

You looked away from yourself when I smiled: “What you want?”

I was taking a break from the back at the pots and pans.

I guess looks like failure from all our big wig plans.

You look the same; what I could see as you ran away.

I yelled. “The special is your favorite, fresh caught today.”

I sold the place last night and got so damn depressed.

My goal for today… is to see if I can get dressed.

It’s hard to be alone with someone that you love.

And never be enough to be the things that they dream of.

Nothing ventured. Nothing gained.

Nothing lasts that needs explained.