Connie,
I walked past you the other day,
I don't think you recognised me
it's been a year, so much has changed
but in that moment I missed you once again
ruined by noise and an over used ashtray
I bought black bed sheets, to remind me of you
sitting here another night, the truth is heavier still
you are a lifetime ago now,
I wanted to touch that door, tap on that window
sit there for just one more minute,
so you would know, I think about you all too often
when I come into this place, and I sit here alone
I think about you, while my eyes are closed
and I'm home.
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