The Days I Found You

By Chmee2 (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC-BY-SA-2.5-2.0-1.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5-2.0-1.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

I didn't expect to miss you
when I got there.
That place we used to go.
You're not there anymore.



It felt like you were
but still out of reach.
The booth, the bar stool,
the Sex on the Beach,



it was still there.



But where were you?



Those nights on the town
in a haze.
Those days I found you.



But where are you?



We held hands
like electric,
like vibrations of sound.
The dance, the town,



the days I found you.



You wanted to see me,
I wanted to see you.



I couldn't



past the days I found you.



The days and weeks
and months into years



going on



way past those days I found you.



Your number's in my phone
but I just sit there alone



gone



way past those days I found you.



The music in my ear
so sweet when you were near,



now just a melody
to remind me



of those days I found you.



The crowd round me cheer.



I sit in the booth
going nowhere



in that place I found you.