what it feels like to be left behind
I dial a different number instead of yours.
(The number two stains my memory
like your fingerprints
on my skin.)
I turned this place into a home
instead of a honeymoon suite.
(But you haunt every corner of this house
as well as my brain.)
I'm stuck in place.
Every phone call
every headlight
is you
returning to me.
© ramblingneurotic
(The number two stains my memory
like your fingerprints
on my skin.)
I turned this place into a home
instead of a honeymoon suite.
(But you haunt every corner of this house
as well as my brain.)
I'm stuck in place.
Every phone call
every headlight
is you
returning to me.
© ramblingneurotic