It's the tearing sound of love notes...
I'd photocopy all the things that we could be if you took the time to notice me, but you can't now, I don't blame you and it's not your fault that no one ever does. But you don't work here anymore; its just a vacant 3 X 4. They might fill your place, a temporary stand-in for your face. This happens all the time and I can't help but think I'll die alone.