Chainsaw

I hear his voice,
Listening to the heartache he won't admit,
As he says he wants to destroy
Every piece of furniture he used to share with her.
My heart tugs in my chest
As I think of you.
I ran,
Afraid of my feelings for you,
And following a perverse sense of duty,
But I wasn't ready to let you go.
And despite it all,
The years, the silence, the avoidance,
I still ache for you,
No matter how I try not to.
And who knew
A perfect stranger
Could so remind me of you,
But damn if I'm not drug back,
Back to that sleepy town
Where I both found,
And then lost,
A part of my heart.