Two

And as the candles burn out

One by one by one

And the bathwater turns lukewarm

You’re still at the forefront of my mind

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I was hesitant

To return home

For thanksgiving

Scared of the memories

This town holds of you

I was scared of seeing

Your car

As I drove down the street

And while I’m angry

And I tell myself I hate you

I hope we both know that’s not true