I'll be over at eleven she says. 
Got something to tell you, she says.
Got a brief message via email yesterday.
She's my girl you know.
Couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

She's gone now.
Alone, hurting, grown men don't weep.
Broken hearts are like insomniacs though,
unable to find sleep.
Nothing to do, peering out at an invisible sky.
She came over, I kissed her, then she said goodbye.

Not  your fault, I'm sorry, she says, 
trying vaguely to explain.
Speechless.
So many questions, no real answers.
Still love you, gonna miss you she says, 
exasperating the pain.

It's dark outside, just another New York night.
Still lonely and confused, two hours till dawn.
What the hell can I say?
Shit happens you know.
But,
Life Goes On...