shortfalls

your whisper was the last thing i heard 

before the tone consumed my world

now i wait for you to come back 

i see you sometimes 

in your wool sweater 

you wave from the window 

the sun always hangs behind 

but you don't come in 

you were never mine

sometimes you ride your skateboard 

and i can't breathe 

you figured it out — i wasn't 

i know you are hers'

you'll meet on the internet 

and be happy

she'll see and hear 

what i missed