the wind kissed my face,
making me remember,
all the good times' sake;
now buried and forgotten,
but I still haven't change.
the manly smell hit my nose,
recognizing the damn cologne,
that I used to love so I turned;
looking for you with a single clue,
of wearing the same cologne
while waiting on the sidewalk.
but by finally knowing,
i shook my head and laughed;
you weren't there and it wasn't you,
so I was thinking that after all these years,
"you've moved on" yet,
here I am still waiting for part two.
