When I heard the song come on the radio yesterday I couldn’t help but remember.
I was 17 and I still loved you.
I was standing on a balcony in Italy, overlooking the Alps.
I was freezing.
As always, I had smoked too many cigarettes.
When I heard her singing I could smell the stale tobacco on my coat.
I could taste it.
I could see my breath sigh its way into the evening.
God, I really missed you.
Its so strange how vivid some memories are.
Flash forward and I’m standing in the airport:
It was New Year’s Eve.
I called to tell you I wanted you back.
I called to tell you I had a bottle of champagne.
You answered and told me you had plans with someone else.
I didn’t know I still had any thought of you left.
Guess I was wrong.
I’m so glad I left you.