Fresh lemon drops

Wearing the shirt that used to have your smell

Shoulders down as no strength left– to try again

He does not want to stay with us

Fresh lemon juice drops

Right on fingernails’ already hurt sides

Freshly squeezed memory from my tired mind

Wearing the shirt you gave me to wear

I can’t keep on pushing– the skin hurts

He simply wants to leave all behind

Squeezed lemon drops

Right on the already hurt fingers

Memories from a distant and worn out past

Wearing the shirt I keep on pretending you gave to me

Shoulders down as I don’t want to fight

He is only focusing on the next step to take

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