I walk the streets of downtown,
and everywhere
I see your shadow.
The café we laughed in,
the corner
where you broke your heel,
the quiet bar
that I loved,
and you hated.
The memories come
so thick,
I brush them away
to see the sidewalk.
How fitting
that the places
we were so happy
now make me sad,
and the quiet bar
that you hated
is where I go
to cry over you.