The Girl He Left Behind

Teardrops ripping down pathways
Etched into the face of the one
With too much too hide
And too much too lose
And too little to live for

She dries her tears
And puts on a smile
Forswearing that she’s fine
And she doesn’t miss him at all
And she’s happy as she’s ever been

And she watches as her friends
Write her off and leaver her,
Her stolid expression a permanent part
Of her face, never changing
Her life is stuck in time

But when she’s alone she picks daisies
Hopelessly wishing and thinking and dreaming
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me passionately, he loves me to madness
He’ll never love me at all

There are pictures of him painted
On the inside of her eyelids
And photographs that hang
In the corners of her mind
She can’t seem to let him go

There’s this constant feeling of dread
That comes with pretending that it’s all okay
She lives in the moments when he doesn’t cross her mind
Which are too few and infrequent
He just won’t seem to leave

And it’s always hard when something
So beautiful slips away
As a boy with brown eyes and white teeth
And a voice like a symphony
She is the girl he left behind.