And there you go, you walk out the back of my mind.
I still kind of wonder if maybe this time
it was real, it was true, it was love.'
It was broken.
You left it cracked, but no, I slammed the door,
And the squeaks of your shoes in my tears weren't ignored.
They pulsed in my mind as you left,
as you walked,
as you loved me.
I can't see you now. Is it too late to call?
All I think is love as I hit the wall.
In my finalized, crystalized moments I see
myself in the footprints that took you
away from me.