I remember the song, the day, and your voice, off tune.
Your bright blue eyes come to mind.
I fell for you, the boy in black.
You had shaggy brown hair and quirky charm.
I knew I fell for you that day in August,
you grabbed my hand and we jumped into the hotel swimming pool at midnight, fully clothed.
Nights spent watching all of our favorite movies,
but Fight Club was always our first choice.
That black t-shirt that you loved so much, I still have it.
It smells like you,
a mix of sweat and Tommy cologne.
You left your guitar at my house that day you serenaded me
I sat on the floor and watched you play in the glow of the firelight,
"Why does this night have to end? Why don’t we hit restart and pause it at our favorite parts, we’ll skip the goodbye."
Well the good bye was skipped.
You didn't call when you said you would but I sat by the phone anyway.
You avoided my tears.
I cried, but not for you, for me.
You got the best of me this time.
The song is over,
my heart now broken
and your guitar
in pieces on my floor.