Written by Ken Carman

Just when I think you’re gone
I see you in other people
Young girl
Bright red hair
Walked around a room
As if
She were the only one there
Handing her baby
Like what
Might have been ours
Off to everyone
Everyone but Dad
For Dad
Had been left behind
Clueless

Just when I think you’re gone
I see you in the town
Where we once both lived
In the market place
Four Acres
Concert hall
Where we once danced
Yes
I do recall
And when on my way
I pass by
Where we first met
A fireman’s field day

Just when I think you’re gone
I turn on a radio
Hear you in song
Bringing back some
Of the most bitter
The saddest
Sad
My younger heart
Ever had

But
Of course
You’re not there
Ever
All I see
Or hear
Are ghosts
Since
The we that was us
Is extremely past tense

I know you never care enough
To think of me
Though I’m still haunted by you
Brief moments we knew
I know
I was but yesterday’s trash
Thrown away
Once you were through
I know i should hate you
Or just give it a rest
But every time
I decide
That’s for all the best…

I see you in other people
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Ken Carman
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“Yesterday’s trash”