Thoughts blur together as I stand in this empty space.
I am unaware of the awkwardness that haunts everyone but me.
The room darkens,
And every feeling possible pulses through my mind.
She cries in the corner,
But I do not comfort her.
I begin thinking about her,
She is sad that it is over between them,
I am not sad for her.
I am sad for him,
He loved her.
I begin to cry in my corner.
She does not comfort me.
The more I cry the more I see her pain.
She cried for love and so do I,
I am happy for loving him first.
But I cry with regret for loving him last.
