The Place That I Work

The day you walked into the bookstore waving cross the aisle truth is I was glad to see you though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke what you said had hurt oh and now you show up talking nicely in the place that I work and I know it's been a month or two but surely you remember oh why did you pick now to show up last day of December and no this isn't a good time but yes I'd like to talk maybe you should stay a while we could take a walk and I wish I wasn't so nervous but you put me on edge last time that I saw you our legs were swinging from the ledge of the window at that party I remember the feel of it and how fucking real was it when we had it all and we had it all I can't count the nights we stayed up talking miles in subtleties now I can't bear to catch your eye or stray from pleasantries and I know that I don't have the right to say this anymore but I love you won't you hang around I get off at four The day you walked into the bookstore waving cross the aisle truth is I was glad to see you though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke what you said had hurt oh and now you show up talking nicely in the place that I work