Today is the first time I’ve been back here
since I got the message that we had to talk.
This quaint little downtown promenade
full of shops and cobblestone streets.
I used to love to come here
with a book or by myself just to sit.
Sit and think as I watched the people walk
sit and try to get myself centered again.
As I drove through town I tried to avoid
the places where you work and live.
Yet the streets were closed and forced me to turn
as I passed right through your world.
I haven’t been back here either
where I used to go every day.
To take you home from work every evening
I thought it was home to me.
My breath comes fast as I park the car
and walk across the street.
The ghosts are literally everywhere
shaking the strength out of me.
Tears are coming randomly
I remember everything from that day.
I left the theater and got the text
and my life was forever changed.
I’d put you on a train for a few days
to go and visit a friend.
Yet apparently you’d gone to find a way
to say your last goodbye.
You couldn’t wait until you got home
to tell me face to face.
So in six minutes, six years ended
and there was nothing left to say.
This is no longer a special place for me
and I am trying to breathe through the pain.
But it’s too hard and I have to walk back to the car
where the memories and tears flow like rain.