I'm late, failing to see,
while holding to the threads of your shirt,
how irony watches my back at every degree.
so here we are with a new reality,
you're no longer the person I thought you to be,
and once again, I remember the rules of gravity.

and there goes the world, down, down, down.
where did I catch your surprise?
I could see his pants, crumpled on the ground.
they told me it's no surprise,
you had no tears and made no sound.
but I was very surprised,
I didn't even need a rebound.