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I park my car in the driveway. 
I walk the short distance to my front door. 

But I can’t help but gaze across the street. 

Where you used to park your car. 

For your, just for a few hour, visits. 
It’s been a few months. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

I had hundreds of options but I chose you. 

It had to be fate because you took everything. 

Actually I gave it to you. 

I trusted you instantly. 

And believe me love with my past that is rare. 
Now you don’t answer, 

And you tossed me aside like garbage. 

But I still care and I hate it. 

Love please come back. 

That’s all I ask.