i can hear you in the whistle of the leaves
in the fraying edge of sleeves, in my cold and bloody knees
i can hear you

i can taste the lies between your smile,
when cast your head back, that way that you laugh
when i’m around

i’ll write out your name into the condensation,
pretend you’re just a figment of my imagination,
it’s easier that way, easier to let you just fade
and every time i turn around,
the image of you remains

should’ve known from get-go
when you opened your mouth and first said hello
when you held me for the first time, wrapped me up in one-liners and left

i should’ve known, from the very first look
the tea-stained shirt, that daydream smile
how it hurt

i want it all back, i want to go to the start
when glimmers of rainwater would echo the beats my heart
those november skies still rest in my bones, the thought arises as i’m walking back home
of us being back here, of us sat on the lawn, of us drowning in laughter, not being alone
but when i sit on the sofa
and i stare at the wall,
i can picture your silhouette
there by the windowsill
the stars in your eyes, the early goodbyes
then we’re back where we started,
and nothing’s alright
oh how the image of you remains

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