He said good night; he meant good bye.

Night.

He was there, arms open. In my dreams.
I stood before him, tears threatening to spill, and he said
"How about a month?"
I said yes; there is no reason not to, but I soon found one.
He treated me like nothing; I was humiliated. The time when I thought he was my world is over in seconds. He didn't mind one single thing about me. It was a dreadful month. My birthday came and went, he said nothing; I did nothing. The month ended.

He confessed to another girl; she said yes. Maybe I wasn't wrong about him; he just didn't like me. They laughed, they hugged; and day by day as my soul leave my body; my heart felt numb and I liked it.

I cared about nothing, not a single one.

soul left my body alone; it was not needed.