cheer

Each time I watch you walk away
I think to myself i should say
something, somehow to make you stay
but you wander each time, to my dismay
off on your own and i continue to fall.

I smoke a cigarette each time
my mind strays to your parting words
but this time my pack is empty
and yet you're still gone.
The bottles are broken and empty
a shallow hope to bear
but somewhere there's something
with which my soul can share.

Dried up and washed out I sit alone
but you'll never see these tears
or the sorrow in my face
my eyes are pure and true each time
they look on you, and you'll never
get to see me here, completely
devoid of cheer.