I hold no desire to be your friend,

So acquire what you may.

What I wanted out of you, you see…

I got the first day.

It was in your eyes; dark and isolated.

Your smile, slightly slated

And the way you moved that gave me air

To breathe into another day, wishing you were there.

But alas, the heavens remain still

And your scent is long gone.

In fact, if I concentrate long enough,

I don’t seem to mind at all.