There's traces of you all around this room.
Like long-forgotten relics
of a reality I had forgotten existed.
So much has changed,
but I don't know if you can say the same.
How can I?
I'm still lost, flustered,
out of breath, and tired,
but somehow, I feel on the right track.
I'm pretty sure you felt the opposite.
I stopped drinking, but nights like these
make me want to pick it back up.
Where'd I put it down?
I guess this is a sorry.
This is a "I'll see you soon" apology.
This is a "I don't regret much" statement,
but I'm sorry all the same.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
There's traces of you all around this room.
Like long-forgotten relics
of a reality I had forgotten existed.
So much has changed,
but I don't know if you can say the same.
How can I?
I'm still lost, flustered,
out of breath, and tired,
but somehow, I feel on the right track.
I'm pretty sure you felt the opposite.
I stopped drinking, but nights like these
make me want to pick it back up.
Where'd I put it down?
I guess this is a sorry.
This is a "I'll see you soon" apology.
This is a "I don't regret much" statement,
but I'm sorry all the same.
