Smoke outside
Nice warm September evening
Just a reminder of a summer that passed
And the wanting to keep it
The memories remain
And pain me
Robbie looks into my eyes
And I can’t look away
On the bus ride home
To my left he sits in his car
But does not look over at me
He remains in my heart
While I remain on the bus
When I step through the door
Feeling far away from him
He becomes a memory
And as much as my heart loves him
My logic, or what remains
Tells me I love an illusion
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
Smoke outside
Nice warm September evening
Just a reminder of a summer that passed
And the wanting to keep it
The memories remain
And pain me
Robbie looks into my eyes
And I can’t look away
On the bus ride home
To my left he sits in his car
But does not look over at me
He remains in my heart
While I remain on the bus
When I step through the door
Feeling far away from him
He becomes a memory
And as much as my heart loves him
My logic, or what remains
Tells me I love an illusion
My life used to revolve around work a lot and Stephan's abuse (my boss). Robbie, my coworker was always there to give me support. This was written just a few short months before I left work
