• I realize something,
    something that had never occurred to me,
    it was simple,
    obviously easy to see,
    I now know what that break up,
    has done to me.

    I'm worried all the time,
    that the next guy I meet,
    won't be able to take your seat,
    your place.

    And sometimes I feel so uncomfortable,
    I laugh just in hopes of pushing the feeling away,
    yet even in the brightest of days,
    that feeling will still stay.

    I fiddle with my notebook,
    during class,
    just so that my feeling,
    might soon pass.

    I find myself returning to that library where we used to meet,
    touching all the books I remember reading with you,
    and finding myself doing,
    all the things we used to do.

    Stealing as many peppermint candies as we possibly could,
    from the jar on the librarian's desk,
    and seeing if she would,
    notice or not.

    But those candies didn't taste the same,
    they were bitter,
    and tasted of pain.

    And though I know I could never rid myself,
    of these bittersweet memories,
    it was now plain to see,
    what that break up had done to me.