I am the door never fully opened
The window halfway shut
The suit that they bought to wear
But she never showed up
I am the book that they never finish
The keeper never kept
The tears brimming in their eyes
That they never wept
I am the plant they forget to water
The last drag of a cigarette
The pillows on other side of the bed
The dream they wake and forget
I am the number that they didn’t call
The words they didn’t say
I am the girl that they used to want
But not enough to stay
LL
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