It was days like these that I would drive to your house
I would knock on your door hoping to see your face on the other side
But in the back of my mind
I always knew you weren't going to answer and never would
The house in front of me had been empty for a while
I can think back to the days when there was still life inhabiting the rooms
We would spend our days together
Rather it be for fun or because we needed to fix a broken shelf
Our shoes would be set by the front door,
Our coats on hooks
Even though I didn't live there,
The smell of my perfume wafted through the air
On summer days we would sit together,
Our faces in front of the fan
Popsicles were in our hands,
Cooling down the glances we made at each other
I can remember when the heat stopped working on a cold day in January,
So we made our own warmth in the small bed room upstairs
But this time, we held hot chocolate,
Warming up our previously frigid hearts
Those days are long past now
It was a day like this when I drove to your house
I knocked on your door only to find that no one answered
But in the back of my mind
I knew you were home
The house in front of me was withholding a secret
This time, it was not my shoes that sat by the front door
Not my coat on the hanger
Even though I had been blinded by your love
I could still smell the other woman's perfume in the air
The glances that we sent to each other during the summer
Had stopped and were replaced with an awkward silence
My side of the bed in which we had loved in during the winter
Had grown cold but was now being used by another woman
I think back to the days when there was still life inhabiting the rooms
We would spend our days together
Rather it be fighting or because you needed help packing up your belongings
You never sold the house
And I wish you had
Because all I can think about now,
Is my broken heart that still lives there and refuses to leave
