Cry your tears now, girl. Go ahead, let it all out as the skies shift to black and all you’ll see now out your window are those flashing street lights and the seemingly endless stream of cars passing by. Whoooosh. Each of them driving to go somewhere, to see someone, but none of them for you. Don’t you know, girl? That they’ve forgotten you? You should be used to it by now, that familiar pain in your chest that bubbles and builds at your throat. You can be forgotten, so easily it’s thoughtless. Cry your tears now, girl. Go ahead, let it all out so when the skies shift to blue, you can look up at the sun again.