Where do I go from here?
Here. Where is here? Where have I ended up...

This path I walk is cluttered,
with the awkwardness of the past...

Absence is strongly present,
harboring this beaten vessel...

She always said I was strong,
and I never believed her...

So often in life, we face crossroads;
never knowing which path to take...

You talk about that day, and my gut wrenches.
You say..you will never get over...

Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day...

The stale air lingers,
Emptiness surrounds his heart...

The letters, they swirl.
A word here...

Do they know, what it's like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head...

So..there's this girl....
that I cannot avoid...

She peers out the glass,
at the bright blue sky...