It's so strange to hear these words this way,
a year since you left me to this very day.
Your sister spotting me in a crowded mall,
then telling me sadly you're not well at all.
She tells me at night you cry before sleep,
things once mine you look at and weep.
You walk around dazed as if under some spell,
wear my old jersey to remember my smell.
But you married money so life would be fun,
stop grieving of things over and done.
You know I will always have feelings for you,
so words she tells me do make me blue.
If we tried it once more it could not be the same,
sometimes things happen with no one to blame.
Once mirrors are broken they all fill with cracks
and the same reflection can never come back
2006-09-29
12:14:18
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