I am listening to music that he got from her.
He has nothing of hers and it makes me think of how many things I have given, left behind for the next girl to find.
She will need a bobby pin and I will have left it for her.
All I ever found was a cheap earring here or there, half used shampoo and random pictures.
I always wondered what women found behind me. What have I left behind?
Hair products, ticket stubs and birthday videos.
I have left memories and eventually, they will fade.
Whatever residence I held in someone’s heart, is either vacant or newly occupied.
How can I be “so different” and yet never “the one?”
I would love to think that I have not settled and I have not allowed anyone to do the same.
What about my Mr. Right? What have women left with him?
A standard for me to be compared to?
Memories of someone not as OCD, someone who drinks less or never gets jealous?
What I do know, is that I will never know what I have left behind.
I just know that tonight I worked hard, the drive is long and looking out over the bayou makes me consider why God made me.
