A month after you left, there was a boy who caught my eye. He was sweet and charming. A little bit disarming. Then, there was one after you.
A guitarist with long, callused fingers and a penchant for coin collection had me next. Then, there were two after you.
Then I met a grey eyed, mysterious man. I loved him with that part of my wayward heart that wasn't with you. Then, there were three after you.
A spectacled nerd who thought too much was the next who caught my gaze. There were four after you.
A man with silly notions of love and too good a taste in music found me at my best. Then, there were five after you.
A boy so beautiful, demanding and possessive, left me for a taste of fame. Then, there were six after you.
But one day you turned around and looked at me, smiling a little crookedly. Then there were none. Just you. Forever you.
