Salt in the wound
Seeing you here
Holding her hand
Makes it so clear.
Pain in my heart
A knife through the ribs
Remembering us
The things that we did.
Seeing you there
Hearing you laugh
She gets from you
Everything that I had.
Your hair in the sunlight
Glistens and shines
Here with some friends
For the music and wine.
A public occasion
An open venue
What were the chances
I’d run into you?
The sound of your voice
Drives me insane
Can’t stand to hear her
Calling your name.
I really can’t stay
I’ve had enough
Having to see you
For me…. is too much.
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