One thing has become abundantly clear, he thought as he sat in traffic, weather not sure if it wanted to rain. "there's no comfort for me, no escaping the memory, no future, just a great big past, a permanent hole in me."

He moved another hundred metres, pearl jam still playing the same song, it's this lack of everything, even hope, and her that's gone...

Yeah he just wanted to share everything, everything he is was, before there was nothing left.
Now I don't even care much for looking for a place to be, a new beginning, escape from my mistakes and misery.

I could try look her up, just to see the pages of her life, but why upset this fragility, she's probably someone else's wife.

Sitting in room 209 on Monday morning, waiting for a meeting to begin, just walked passed the most beautiful woman, but don't want to walk passed her again.
See I realise there is so little point, nothing I could say, sure there is always a chance, but I'd just end up losing anyway, in some way.

I sit here waiting for people as if there is some purpose,  something important i need to do, sad reality is there's not much point to Anything, because I can't get rid of the thought of you

Ok one person here, smile charlie, put on that business face, make some arbitrary small talk, ok boss walked in,