Chapter 46
you
poems to books i'll never write and lyrics to songs i'll never sing
if i didn't know any better i'd think you're still around
i'd think you still drive by my house on saturdays and i'd think you still run into me at the grocery store on wednesdays
and i don't know any better
so i sit here by my window and wait for the sound of your rattling car to approach
and i stand in grocery aisles in attempt to see you once more
and then i never found you
where did you go?