You're searching for him in every empty coffin
The flowers wilted years ago
but you can't bring yourself to throw away that last bit of him
the scent faded as fast as he slammed the door in your face
yet you still smell the roses he use to pick for you at the park behind your house
you can't bring yourself back to the person you were 6 months ago no matter how hard you try and every starry night you can't bring yourself to look outside because he's everywhere