Corner Cafe

How do you expect me to go about my day

When the street signs in the neighborhood still spell your name

The bookstore and the city park keep a record of our dates

Your ghost, it follows everywhere, even onto the train

Do you remember the corner cafe?

We sat there with our books, feels like yesterday

Everywhere I look, I still see your face

I think I might have to move away

How is it the less I try, the more I recall

The way he kissed my forehead, I remember it all