There isn’t a lot left from what we were
Save for your name that still hangs
On my tongue like the taste of sugar.
It rests between my lips, as they meet
It lies in the pain, as my lower lip is bit
And it ends on the roof as the tip it greets.
Along came a stranger, with a song
Shook my hand, but upon hearing his name,
It was my world that shook, after so long.
A strawberry smile he had too,
But every moment, a pinch on my forearm
To remind me, it’s not you, it’s not you.
I stayed away to save myself, but in restless crowds,
His eyes followed; I admit, my heart stirred,
Because try as I did, they sought me out.
Upon his smile are a million lies of love true
Knees tremble, I want to give in too
Years may have passed, but I longingly
It’s not you,
It’s not you…