What Are We Doing?

What are we doing?
What is this game?
We never talk to each other
And when we do, it’s so vague.
It’s like we’re trying fake a friendship
For the sake of still being friends
Keeping each other around
Not wanting the friendship to end
But it feels like that died
When you took back your heart
And when we force it
It just feels like lies
Ripping my insides apart
So I avoid you,
Even though it’s you I miss
My life’s a void without you
There’s always something amiss
And so many reminders
Of the times you said you cared
Walking through life with blinders
Because you’re no longer there.
So we keep playing this game
We keep on pretending
Trying to move on
And trying to be friendly
It would hurt less, If you were gone
And I knew you couldn’t see me
But you’re there, your green light’s on
You just keep on
Looking on, looking right past me
I hate what we’re doing
I hate this game
I don’t want to play it anymore

DMB in West Palm Beach

I just kept looking there
Looking at that empty chair
The empty chair next to me
The empty chair where you should be
But I’m here without you
Trying to enjoy the show
Wishing I didn’t have to
Wishing that you could go
The first show Post-CoViD
This was what we planned
Back when I was your beloved
Back when I was your man
But I kept up my end of the deal
As I sit here in this field
Trying to enjoy this show without you
The way I drift my way through each day
At least they didn’t play Grey Street
I think I would have lost it
Look they’re playing You and Me
As I sit here exhausted
Watching couples hold each other tight
Singing sweetly in the night.
I just kept looking there
Looking at that empty chair
The empty chair next to me
The empty chair where you should be
But I’m here without you,
This was supposed to be our first show,
Seeing DMB in West Palm Beach

The Realization

I don’t hate you
But I hate being ignored
I do miss you
And the way things were before
But you’re busy with your life
You were able to move on
While inside my head
I couldn’t accept you were gone
But you ignore me
And I feel bad
Talking to you
Only makes me sad
It’s all one-sided
I’m the one who starts
So I’ve forced myself
To let you go
To no longer reach out
I won’t follow you on social media
I won’t attempt to text
Or message you either
I have to learn to accept
That we will never be
That your new life
Does not include me
So I guess it’s time for me
To do what I’ve not been able to
It’s time for me to move on
And build a new life
A new life, without You…