Southern Weather

Sometimes I think
I must have made you up
inside of my head.

Must have imagined those nights
when you swore everything to me
and nothing at the same time.

Didn’t think it would be that easy
for you
to forget the sound of my voice,
or the taste of my name
filling your mouth.
But I doubt
you bother
to utter my name to her.

The words I said to you
must have been blind
or drowned out,
because you packed your things
along with every kiss we shared.
And I felt your tires
hit the pavement,
heading towards
every ending
that was not me.

Hope the southern weather
is better to you
than I could have been.

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