a girl on a bench

i still buy your old shampoo 
so i can smell you here all in my hair and i
still go to that old diner in town and 
see you there so i’ll grab a chair and i’ll
spend an hour or two 
sipping coffee with you 
just like old times but i
can’t repeat any routine 
that will bring you back to me.

time stood still on the day you left me and a piece of me is hanging in the distance, next to you.

-gabina