he is six months
sober of her
but drowning
in alcohol
she is six months
older and
not so
trusting
not so
naive
she can't indulge in
gossip news anymore
without seeing
speculations about who
her green eyed star boy is
sleeping with now
she tells herself she doesn't
care she doesn't care at all
but sometimes when she's
feeling sad she'll find the balled
up t-shirt in the back of her
closet and slip it over her
thin frame and cry because
6, 5, 4
months ago she was in
love with an idea of a boy
she only knew from the radio
and five short days in may
she was in love with an idea
of a boy that was never
meant to stay
and he was gone in
3, 2, 1