November Notes – Lord Huron (The Night We Met)

I still feel the loss of you

If only I knew what to do

To erase remnants that remain

Moments that now pertain

To the best of you and me

That once filled me with such glee

I’m so over you so I tell myself

Yet I sit alone as though I’m on a shelf

Not willing to meet someone new

Even though I know we’re through

Remnants of us still remain

From involvement I abstain

Days weeks and months go by

And still I remember why

We were once so good

Sitting alone on driftwood

I tell myself to let go

Read aloud my own memo



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