What Now

What now?

Now what?

Over and over 

playing in my 

head.

To think of you

always running, 

from everything

you said.

Always you trying

to mess up my

head.

Running from

life like we can do it

again

when all you 

should have done

was stand up 

straight. 

Not run from what 

could have been 

our best.

Now what?

What now?

Just a few dreams 

left now. 

Dreams of what

could have been. 

Nights of sins. 

Days of dust. 

I refuse to believe 

that for you I meant

nothing much. 

Humbled by your 

touch. 

Lost in you.

My love for you

ended up

crushed.

What can I do

but accept that we are

through.

Now what?

What now?