Your Heart Is An Empty Room

Yesterday I saw your car, twice, for the first time in months. Today I saw it twice, but today was different: you were in it, both times. You probably saw me too. The second time, as you passed, I was listening to a song from an album you'd given me over a year ago that I had never really listened to before. I wonder how you'd react if you knew what was really going on with me. I wonder, and leave it at that.