It may have been my

tears,

          or my foot on the gas

that led me there that night.

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It may have been 

that I was driving until

nothing reminded me of you.

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Because when I saw the mall

where we found a dress that fit

perfectly,

​

I went faster.

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And when I saw the theater

where we held hands 

the whole show

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I kept driving-

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almost back in time.

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And I stopped at the bakery

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where you had soup

and a big smile

and so much potential.

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I parked there,

walked up to that dark, wood table

and winced because

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I'd never seen a table that looked quite as empty.