Typing, typing just typing.
Typing as if everything depends on it.
Because it does.
I type to stop the tears.
I type to stop reminiscing.
I type to stop the feeling.
I type to stop the pain.
You left.
I don't know what you felt.
You knew how I felt.
But it doesn't change the fact that you left.
The memories you left behind.
Will be the memories I will forever hold onto.
All the fun we had
and all the tears we shed.
And you turned away to leave.
Now you're gone.
Here I am.
The left behind.
Typing, typing just typing.

That's about all I can say.