I get lost in your moments
the few that I find
are like holding onto writings of another time
when we were clearly invested in the person we were
but that doesn't matter when we get lost in the picture frames of names I used to know
trying to find the things that remind us of you and me
the distance is frightening
and
This city reflects the steps that I take without you
so please leave San Francisco
I feel your steps in the cracks of the pavement I walk
and I try to replace the way the street signs used to look with your hand in mine