Sitting at the table
Looking at the floor
Listening while you tell me
You don’t want this anymore.

Breaking up, discarding
Pushing me aside
Telling me about her
I sat there and I cried.

Met her at a cafe
She came on to you
She asked you for your number
You knew just what you planned to do.

Bought her a cup of coffee
Did you tell her about me?
Now that she has your number
She’s been texting constantly.

Walking round in circles
Don’t know what I can do
Leaving me to figure out
How I’ll get over you.

Met her at a cafe
She was cute, I heard you say
Couldn’t find a reason
To get up and walk away.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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