I wonder if you still
tell our story to other people.
I wonder if you’re still
up north with your new man
and you'll say 'I knew a poet'.
I wonder if he will be
showing you pictures of the world,
and you'll say ‘I knew a man
who's seen Melbourne to Reykjavik.’
Sometimes I run into the people
we used to know but they won't
recognize me without you by my side.
They will introduce themselves,
and ask how you're doing and I'll say,
‘I don't know anymore.’
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
I wonder if you still
tell our story to other people.
I wonder if you’re still
up north with your new man
and you'll say 'I knew a poet'.
I wonder if he will be
showing you pictures of the world,
and you'll say ‘I knew a man
who's seen Melbourne to Reykjavik.’
Sometimes I run into the people
we used to know but they won't
recognize me without you by my side.
They will introduce themselves,
and ask how you're doing and I'll say,
‘I don't know anymore.’
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