i feel bad
leaving
you alone.
probably standing
by a door
holding your iphone in your hand,
waiting for me
to walk back
through the glass.
i hear
you
listen for me,
wide open for the click
of my new
yellow shoes
like a camera's shutter.
well...
i can't come tonight (baby)
but i feel
bad about it
and i feel like
dresses
fit me better
than they used to (your
eyes) and smile
the way they
come together
in my mind...
i'm sorry.
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