The way my eyes shift
Glazing over the products
In a perfume shop
Somehow signals that I’m still heartbroken
Because maybe he can see that when
My eyes search for a scent
That I’m hoping maybe something about it
Will remind me of you
When I hear that song come on in a coffee shop
I can’t help but think of the day when we asked to hear Frank off of Houston
And maybe you still walk by that coffee shop some days
But you’ve probably found a way to rewrite those memories
Instead of thinking of me and the home that we were supposed to have made together
And it’s not necessarily a longing
Because I really am happy
But what am I supposed to think
When a total stranger can still tell
That something is broken inside
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