'Sad Love' and Other Short Stories - Comet Gain

The memory it hits you

The loss of him still hurts you

He’s forgotten all about you

Your address has got a line through

A postcard, photos, left behind clothes

That stay with you wherever you go

A few years on from that scene

She looks like her, she must be

He felt a sweet reaction

A taste of honey for all that could be

Gingham, Paisley, all that she wore

She still haunts like she did before

Sad love

The unspoken, heartbroken gift tokens

You’re still hoping there’s still a place where you belong

What’s the saddest love of all?

The one you never had or can’t recall

The one that you made up

Or the one one that gives you nothing at all

All your weak ghosts are tired your name

But you can hide the flames and the rain

The tear stained, migrained, sweet, sweet pain

You’re praying you both feel the same

Feel the same when you’re away

When you break up, but you don’t wanna

And when you see him, would still remember?

The rainbow in the gutter?

The blood upon the butter?

When he split town without you?

When you took his good pajamas?

Home is with a hammer

And you’ll hide it well forever

She lives in a time of her own

She lives in the things that you owned

She lives in a dream you’re still in

She lives with something