On The Street where You Live
I'm walking towards your apartment block
with this book in my hands.
I don't really know what I'm doing.
I still don't understand.
I just know that it hurts.
And even though I realise I'm not the one you love,
I'm going to linger here for a while
in front of your letter box.
Have a smoke perhaps.
Maybe close my eyes.
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