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What I See


It's been 3 months since I last heard your voice

The voice I came to love and believe in

The voice that carried me higher than a skye's limits

Every building, every street, every crease in the road of this town is a sad reminder

 

I looked out my car window and saw all the places we went and the things we did

I see the brick wall of the school where we first kissed

I see the parking spot where I told you I loved you

I see the empty seat in my car where we sang to our heart's content and our voices had nothing left

I see my driveway when I walked you to your car and shared a moment frozen in time kissing in the snow

I see you and I opening gifts together as we look at my family's christmas tree imagining when we'd have our own.

I see every date dinner and movie

I see the text you sent telling me you couldn't do it again

I see everything we ever did in this town

I see it all through that damn car window

 

You left at your convenience

You returned at your leisure

You played the game orchestrated perfectly

You received your own heart leaving mine broken

You wrapped my will and love in a ball and spat in my face

You lied

You know in the deepest vessels of my existence I still love the fond moments

You gave me the love I longed for and the heartbreak I feared forever

You gave the cold shoulder sucking the words out of my frostbitten lungs

You are my past yet you shall not be my future

You in my heart will be rendered obsolete

 

We were something

We had a chance

We had love

We were against the world

 

I gave you everything

In return

You gave me nothing

I see everything

You see nothing

 
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