If I knew that was the last time you would hold me in your arm

I never would have let you go.

My mind keeps racing to all the little things I could have changed 
So the smile would have kept its crooked little place when you looked at me 

How could I not see when you walked away

That all I’d be left with was that 

Bitter taste of sadness and cold November air

Like a vine stuck on repeat I just watch you walk away from me 

You never looked back and didn’t drag your feet 

One first second you loved me 

The next

I was dust at your feet 

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