The rusty hinge still squeaks from the shove you gave it as you walked out the door
I tried to clean up the carpet but there will forever be your stain on the floor
the phone continually rings as I let it echo in the quiet
you're still looking for my love but you won't ever find it
burned torn and ripped they lay in the can
pictures poems and things from you that I've already banned
the walls seep with the smell of your cologne
I might be losing itin this house on my own
though I haven't seen you outside of my thoughts
you torment me day in and out with your loss
I can't bear to open my blinds and peak through
I'm afraid the sunlight will only show me you