Observations

I saw you walking down the rainy street
You are with a New girl now
Her hair dull and matted
I wonder what void she could fill
Would fill
Is filling
On days like today
I want to plaster the holes in my heart
With a flaccid material
But what good would that do?
The holes will still be there
Waiting for another girl with chestnut brown hair,mousey features and thin lips
Not much has become of me
Nothing became of us