the last year

I see you on every street corner
Every tall blonde has your face

There are so many stories I’m dying to tell you
A year of things we haven’t done together

Sometimes I type texts to you
But I don’t ever hit send

I can be happy and forget again
Then remember that I no longer share my happiness with you

I run up the stairs past your door
I don’t wanna know if you’re beyond that wall

My life has been more and more gray
Since the day we said goodbye, dear friend

Today, I wondered if you deleted all the pictures of my face