Poetry

Green car - 01/05/19

This change, it's not something I'm used too.

This heartbreak; not something I want to go through.

It's hard to know you're definitely gone,

when every star reminds me how beautifully you shone.

Everytime I see a green car, for a second I hope it's you.

Then I see it's not you; my hope is through.

For a second, I smile, thinking you've come back.

Then it shatters, like always, I remember what I lack.

The ability to make you stay for one more day.

The ability to make you love me back that way.

The memories to make you remember me,

because I know how easy it is to forget someone you don't see.

I know it's probably stupid and immature,

But when I see someone who looks like you, I have to be sure,

That you haven't returned to see me,

that you haven't chosen me to see.

Every green car reminds me off you.

I'll never be able to see one, without my heart breaking in two.