Listen


Something really old out of one of my notebooks.

Your number curls and fades as it hangs upon my wall
Like the love we had soon it will disintegrate and fall
I try so hard to hang on to what not there
The beauty of your smile
The warm smell of your hair
They linger with me and will never leave
Now I walk forever alone
Thinking why did you leave?

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