for him who will never read this

[photosbyjess]

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I watch the headlights flicker through the treeline
tracing the path that once lead you here

I wonder if I will ever see you again
Gone with out a trace
never a goodbye
leaving me almost wrecked

But you can't stop moving or you die

Breathe deeply

There are still nights when I wait to hear you
knocking on my window
or opening up my bedroom door
and to smell your grease stained skin
sleeping next to mine

There isn't a day when I drive by
the place we last spoke
that I don't think of you
Even when I'm trying not to, I do

And you see, I've started talking to someone new
someone, who sometimes, reminds me of you...

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