What time is it? Where is she now? I'm late, what's on the agenda? Will I see her? Hell is putting on shoes. Ill walk down this street, where we once kissed in the morning. Heavy smile to coworkers. Should I call? What's for lunch? If only she was here. This work is listless and numbing, there must be something else. I can't wait for her anymore — where I will I go next? Take Q street, it's faster. I wonder where we are headed... ain't it like life to push us away? I need to pick up groceries — cereal, fruit, frozen pizza. What does she want in life? I miss her. What time is it, I have to go to work in the morning.