You didn’t and I’m not even mad because, why would you? Like, what’s to save? I mean, I’m wearing the same worn out jeans I wore yesterday Covering my head and hiding my hair from the future we know we’re destined for Blowing away like the ashes of this cigarette And I don’t even turn my head to watch you fade in to the darkness I guess my imagination was enough, or at least I hope it was, cuz there’s no going back now. You’re gone and that’s ok. ….