Green eyes stared at the world,

And did not like what she saw,

So she changed herself,

To create a new world.

Law books lay open,

The open apartment scattered,

With empty coffee cups and crumpled notes,

As a student worked to understand,

Why do bad things happen to good people?

We were strangers,

We were friends,

We were lovers,

We are strangers.

I drink bitter coffee,

To remind myself of my faults,

I listen to jazz,

To be at peace within myself,

I drive to Cottonwood Falls,

To remember the way, you spoke about home,

And I run miles upon miles,

Searching for the home we once had.

Don’t tell me about your life,

And how much better it is,

Now that I am gone,

Remember the stories you tell yourself,

Are just a distraction,

From the real problem,

-Me.