Heartbreak Countdown

Ten unread messages and nine missed calls later I finally texted eight friends to call you a lying traitor. Please don’t leave me, I’m not strong enough to grieve Our seven birthdays together or the six promises that you would never leave. You bought your ticket with a five then took my heart away for free. My watch struck four, but you had disappeared by three. As the hours went on, I stared fixedly ahead at the sun And slowly lost sight of you while two sets of footprints became one.