Today, everything was you
Every smell in that store
I would have bought you that,
and you would have bought me this
You would have loved it or hated it
It wouldn’t have mattered
Out on the street
And every woman was you
A handbag shuffled on a shoulder
A brisk walk
The touch of a scarf
The toss of a head
Was it you?
Out of breath from catching it
Out of the corners of my eyes
Fell tears
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This is pretty sad. Not sure if it's a loss, or the end of a relationship.
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