Turning the Tables

Turning the Tables
Is it true;
that I once knew you?
Those days seem, so far away;
your eyes are such a hazy gray.
I know it’s true, I must admit;
that now your gone, And me,
Myself, alone must bear it.
Don’t hate me, for all eternity;
The days go by, but none received.
I lie awake and wait to breath.