People ask me where you've been
I can't seem to tell them the truth
I'm a stuttering mess when it comes to you
You take the words out of my mouth
You've been gone 418 days
They still ask about you
I tell them we drifted apart
But I go home and cry
I scream and yell because you left
You called me a mistake
I yelled at you out of anger
You never came back
They want to know what happened
The truth is not worth the pity
I will not be told how it will be okay
So I tell them we drifted apart
Yet they never seem to believe me
Because what is there to say
When it's been 418 days?
C.V.