What Happens in the PM Stays in the PM

September has come and gone

The memories of you are everlong

and forever etched on me

How can I continue like this?

This torture

I can't even drive past an am pm

without thinking of you

He reminds me of you

Guess that's why I talked to him

in the first place

Suppose that also means

I'm a sucker for light colored hair

and hazel eyes

He's trying to tear down my walls

He's kind of like you in a way

He seems like he really cares

But don't they all?

He's persistent

I'll give him that

I have to remind myself

that when I look at him

It's just your ghost I'm seeing

I try to forget

But how could I?

When the memory of you

is forever imprinted on me