Familiar paths to familiar places

A room packed with familiar faces

I step onto the street and the air tastes the same

As the last time we kissed and the last time you said my name

I hate catching your eyes across the room

Too many of them and not enough of you

I wish I could go somewhere you couldn’t see

But we both decided to stay near the sea

Every stone I kick feels kicked before

And I catch myself constantly looking for the door

I want to leave because why should I stay?

Will it always feel this way?

If I move I lose familiar paths and familiar places

Tears in the eyes of familiar faces

But I can’t shake the echo of us here

I don’t want to exist in a place where we called each other dear

Maybe I’m new and the city is too

I’ll tear it down brick by brick and replace the memory of you

- Caroline Bell