I still listen to your songs. Our songs. The songs you showed me and helped me fall in love with, the same way you helped me fall in love with you.
It seems harder to fall out of love with the you, the more of your songs I hear and listen too. And they're everywhere!
Just a random song reminds me of you. Something by David Bowie? Or a line in a song by Michael Buble? Or some obscure artist nobody's heard of singing about a beautiful girl who sounds exactly like you... Every beautiful girl sounds exactly like you, but none of them are.
When you gave me yourself, you gave me all of these gifts too. These gifts like these songs of ours and of yours to treasure. And then you left...
Why would you leave all this stuff with me for safe keeping if you aren't coming back to collect any of it?
Perhaps you didn't want it anymore, and it was easier to offload them to me and cut ties altogether...
I don't know. I wish I did. I wish you'd just talk to me. Even once. Even now. I just want to be friends again
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Poems of a Broken Man
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