dark eyes
and she has your name
but she will never be
my girl.
You've got 2,847 miles
between your town
and mine
Two highways and
2,847 miles
Yet I'm stuck in
second and third thoughts
and I can't remember
to take the time off work
I was mad when
you missed my party
and I was crushed when
you missed my birthday
Then, I didn't even
write you a poem this year
Is this really over?
Are we premature
or do we get to live out
our three years?
Three years, right?
Right.
I'm sorry I left you for him.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I never meant for this
to happen.
It just
did.
And now we don't even talk anymore.
I wonder where you are,
how you are,
what you've come to.
I picture you happy.
Five bedrooms.
A real go at love.
Not our kind of love.
Something good for you.
Something realistic,
not just real.
And he loves you,
I know he loves you.
I saw it in his eyes
in the way he touched you.
He's just a boy,
but he can learn
and he can love the force of you
all of you.
I always did
but never could
and now you've become
the girl that used to be mine.
But you'll always be
my girl.
