Soft sunlight filtering down through a dusty window,
Sitting alone in an abandoned warehouse
Boxes piled up on each other, leaning so far you’re scared they’ll fall
All you can smell is the lingering aroma of the roses he brought you
You trail your fingers along the floor, feeling the soft wood
You’re leaning against the wall, lost in thought..
When suddenly you smell smoke!
Your head snaps forward as you look around, looking for the source
Yet you realize it was imagination
You haven’t been right since you left him
He’s all you think about, but you’re trying to forget
It’s for the best after all; you leaving
But you don’t know if he realized that…