susansoftball3
The teacher continues to scribble on the chalkboard.
Why do I care?
You are the only thing on my mind.
I can't stop thinking about you.
About our love.
About your death.
I hear it.
Our song.
I remember.
Our love.
Why did you end it?
Why did you leave me,
To be with her?
You used to hate her.
What happened?
To our song on the radio?
What happened to our love?