Life After Me

Sometimes I sit and think about your life after me, and I wonder if she's better. Is she blonde like you always liked? Does she give you butterflies like you said I did? What's her favorite color? Does she smoke like all of your exes? Does she dress up for you like I did? I wonder what she does to make you happy, do you wrap your arms around her the way you did with me? Sometimes I sit and think about your life after me, and I know she's better. She's prettier and smarter She makes you laugh harder and smile brighter I know you're happier with her. Sometimes I sit and think about your life after me, and I know you're happier But. God I wish you weren't I know I always told you I hope the best for your life But I hope you can't kiss her without tasting my lips And I hope she has the same favorite perfume as me So you can always smell me And I hope you don't have the guts to tell her that you can't stand it because of me. Then you'd be forced to remember me. I know I always told you I hope the best for your life, and I do. Sometimes I sit and think about your life after me, and I wish I wouldn't Because while you're laying next to her, I'm alone in bed. Your lips touch hers while my lips touch the tears falling from my eyes I fell apart after you left and I wish you had too. Sometimes I sit and think about your life after me, but it hurts.

[Originally Written September 25, 2016]