You thought you left, when you walked out
Just closed the door, no need to pout
All of the history, all of the past
Packed up so neatly, thrown out “at last”
You strode away, never looked back
Going your way, on your new track
“I’m leaving” you so lightly declared
“What’s the big deal? Why are you scared?”
You’ll find somebody new, “you’re not that bad”
“I need some space,” it’s no more than that
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And so you left, but did you really?
I still feel you here, you’ll think it’s silly
I hear your voice, everywhere I turn
Still smell you skin, which makes me yearn
I can reach out and touch, your lovely brown hair
Feel it’s caress, like you’re lying right there
I still see your memory, around every corner
In my own house, I feel like a foreigner
Your taste is everywhere, it’s all around
It’s not hard to see, I’ve come unwound
I still see me, in the mirror of your eye
It is a little misty, as I can’t help but cry
…
There must be a spot, a “safe place” they say
Somewhere nearby, on my mind you won’t weigh
But I sure can’t find it, no, I can not
I’m a captain at sea, without his yacht
Adrift with my memories, and my ghost mates too
Or maybe at church, in an empty pew
Wherever I go, however I try
You’re always there, right by my side
No one can see you, but I feel you there
Ever so close, but only a prayer
A hope for the past, a wish for the future
A cut on my heart, that time just won’t suture
…
Day in, day out, there’s nowhere to flee
The truth is you never left me, when you left me
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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