The only signs that show
That you were here before
Are stains on the coffee table
And broken plates on the floor
The mirror that was grandma’s
Now a ten piece puzzle
Wine dripping from the ceiling
There must be some trouble

The front door was still open
You left on bare feet
I can hear you screaming
From the end of the street

Didn’t know when you’d come back
Of if you ever would

You thought I would forget
Don’t know how I ever could


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