You'd Think
You’d think
The things you left behind
That haunt me would be the
Diamonds intertwined
With silver that I tried
To put back in your hands or
The Spanish dress I wore our last sunset
Together, or the striped one
From when we left love to
Freeze under the stars on the hill.
But what hurts the most
Is how the smell of fall
Assaults my memory with
Young hopes and that night
When you first said
You loved me or
How the front door looks
When I come home at night
And the outside lights glare down -
For a moment I relive it every time.
But people don’t ever think
That every day there could be things
I can’t just box up and put away
Like I did the cards
And the pictures.