if i didn't know any better i'd think you're still around

i'd think you still drive by my house on saturdays and i'd think you still run into me at the grocery store on wednesdays

and i don't know any better

so i sit here by my window and wait for the sound of your rattling car to approach
and i stand in grocery aisles in attempt to see you once more

and then i never found you

where did you go?

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