Cobblestones


She came in with the snow
In jeans and a pair of grey boots
At a place called cobblestones
She left in a floral blouse
In summer wearing sandals
When she walked out of my house

Do you ever think of me
When the day has come to an end
When you lay there with him
In your big fancy bed
Does my ghost haunt you
Like your specter does to me
Do my words still echo
Am I even a memory

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