End Of Us Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

without you my days seem pointless
i wander aimlessly among the crowd
my mind in a state of complete chaos
wondering how and when and where things went wrong with us

i sit on the bench infront of the old greyhound bus station
one way ticket to nowhere in my hand mulling over
that night we stood outside your shrinks office when you mentioned our separating for the very first time

it almost seemed unreal as you refused to explain why you wanted to part in your haste to get away to who knows where
but i could sense this was the beginning of the end for us