As the wind blows I am transported back
To a time of feeling deserted, alone
Wandering around never looking up
Never seeing you
As the sun sets I’m pulled back
Into a memory, full of regret
Missing the things I’ll never have
Lost inside myself unable to break free
As the dust settles, I drift back
Into a life disguised as my own
Surrounded by the unfamiliarities that feel like home
Perplexed by the daily routine I follow
Inside a life after you
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