if i'm completely honest.

lavender

lots of lavender grows in my city.
i would sit in the car, watching out the window.
when i seen lavender i would say,
"next time i see lavender, that is when he loves me."
but i never seen a new lavender.
i would see the same ones from before.
those didn't count.
a new one.
then we grew apart.
we didn't talk.
i found someone new.
i sat with my new boy.
in a bus, going out of town.
i watched out the window like i always do.
and i finally seen it.
new lavender.
but this time, i didn't think about you loving me.
i thought about him.
not you anymore.
just, him.