Here in this couch is where we used to lay together. Where he bumped his head into mine as he reached out for a kiss. Where he held me.
Over there on the kitchen table is where he studied. Where he sat next to me and brushed his lips to my cheeks.
He sat on that piano bench and sang me a song.
On that bed we laid. So close we held each other there. Where we painted a picture of our future together. And I believed.
Up those flight of stairs he carried me.
On that message board he left me a note.
The door where I welcomed him in and bid good bye with a kiss.
What's left is my broken heart and I.
He is gone now but these things linger.
