Overcast Skies

I'm sitting in that cafe you like

You know the one I'm talking about

Small place, cozy atmosphere, softest couches you've ever sat in, only regulars

(You introduced this place to me)

I'm sitting in your favorite couch

It's known as my couch which seems wrong because it was yours but it's mine now

I wonder if you'd say I take over everything, like a parasite

I know you wouldn't,  ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶

I'm writing and I'm sitting on my (your) couch

And I hear the soft patter of rain, the kind you used to like...

And I see you

I'm writing and I'm sitting on my (your) couch

And I hear the soft patter of rain, the kind you used to like...

And I see you

I see you in your oversized coat, large umbrella overhead, bangs framing your face, looking down at your phone, slightly pouty lips

Seeing you again

(Is it you? Tell me it's you)

I remember all of my feelings for you and then (only then) am I unsure if I ever really got over you

Then the moment's gone

(Because I'm so sure it's you, because how could it ever be anybody else)

You're swept up by a throng of people walking across the street

I could never run after you, we both know that

So I continue sitting in the same cafe on the same couch listening to the same dull hum of human voices

Waiting for the overcast sky to clear up promising myself that tomorrow is the day I run after you