Three thousand miles between us
and I have finally stopped thinking about you.
Five days of traveling,
according to Mapquest to get home
and no longer do I want to get in my car
and drive straight back
to the place I left you
sitting in your car
with your sunglasses on
so I couldn't see you cry.
I thought you would come after me
that it'd just be a matter of time
until you were knocking on my door.
It's quiet here.
I can here footsteps on the stairs
outside my window.
They never stop
and turn to walk towards my door.
I used to hold my breath
just a little
hoping
just a little
that you would
that you could
be that person
you never were.
Three thousand miles between us
and I don't hurt anymore.
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