Sitting at this place
Trying to conjure up stories
But I then find out I’m stuck
And how my life has been so mundane and
I do not know how to solve this problem
I have not had one until now
And as I make my message and look for recipients
I discover there’s only two or three…
You who left me for another
You who after having discarded me,
still called me that very December.
You who called me that Christmas night to talk
about … trivial stuff
You called me when the clock struck twelve and
the year has changed.
You… from afar.
I sit here at this dimly lit place
all alone and sipping tea.
Writing one more melody.
The one who left me for another girl
The one kept recordings of my I Love You’s
The one I have loved precisely a year and a half ago,
The one I can’t…
Learn to let go.