Sometimes I think about the way we left it
Without a single word
Open wounds
Slammed doors
Unanswered shouts
Sometimes I forget
I rush home expecting to see you
With open arms
Behind the door
Shouting about some new opportunity you can’t pass up
Sometimes I dream
About your smile
Open and inviting
Your eyes a door to your soul
Whispering in my ear
Telling me all that I want to hear
Sometimes I want you back
Sometimes I remember how it happened
Sometimes the wounds come back, and I hate you again
Sometimes, sometimes, I want to forget, someday, I will move on
Sometime. Someday. Somewhere. Someone.
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