Empty

 

I am standing, looking around.

An empty apartment... no one....

Thinking about all the things that  went right... what went wrong.

Empty beer cans cover the table, the ashtray full.

I am just trying to make sense of it all.

Was it ever right.... was it ever wrong....?

I am so confused by it all.

I glance to the window and catch a reflection.

Who is this person that looks back?

Is it me? Is this what I have become?

An empty apartment.... no one...

I was so full of life...

What was ever right.... what was always wrong?

I want to be that girl that I used to be.

All that's left are the pictures on the wall.

An empty apartment.... no one....

Life never is what we expect of it, even if my expectations were low.

An empty apartment... what was right?

What is wrong?