It's been two months,
two months that we last
spoke.
Two months that you haven't
asked me for my
body.
Are you faring well as a Marine?
Are you hooking up
behind the scenes?
I don't know why, but
You've still got me
caught.
I wonder about you a lot,
do you wonder, too,
or have you forgot?
I'm trying to steer clear
of things,
of memories.
They knock me down,
but just like when I found out
I was being used,
I'll get up.
While I'll never be as strong as
beforehand,
I'll watch your life go by
secondhand,
wondering if it was meant to be,
meant to be me.