jakorte's blog

I can clean out the clutter
I can file all the bills
I can use my shredder
Until I've had my fill
Of destroying
And de-owning
Of trimming down my life
But my heart is never
Going to heal
There will never be a day
When I wish you weren't here
There will never be a night
That's not the loneliest
I've ever spent
There will never be
Our life again.
From now on,
It will always be just me.

jak