If sidewalks could talk, They'd tell stories Of hurried footsteps As I chased you down the street And you carried me back inside again. If hinges could talk, They'd tell tales Of every evening That ended in slamming doors And gut-wrenching sobs. If bed springs could talk, They'd whisper the secrets Of the nights we laid too close And I allowed you to stay Until I fell asleep. If mailboxes could talk, They would repeat Every handwritten letter they held That you once poured Your feelings into But don't anymore. And if windows could talk, They'd tell you About every night I gazed outside Hoping you'd come back to me But you never did.