2.11.12 (incessant)

some days
i don't think
of you.
it was her,
but she
vanished,
in your
shadow.
some days
i think
of nothing.
some days
i am
overwhelmed
by just waking up.
some days
i am sad
and it pains me
greatest
to recall
those many lovers
of mine
who are now
just people
i once knew.
some days
end different
from what i had
in mind,
and sometimes
that's good,
but sometimes it's
bad,
and i start over...
some days...