you used to phone me, a thursday you would. but that has gone now and things are different. its been five months, no, probably six. i shouldnt have met you, i shouldnt have. you were the one that kept me going, the one who asked me how i was. but you too had left me all alone, looking around miserably forlorn. now that our conversation had stopped, its no point hanging on. i'll leave next week, i promise. you may not even notice. but im sure one day you'll come to realise, im not with you anymore.