Sidewalks.

Sidewalks,
break more hearts
than backs.
Sitting there,
day by day
reminiscing
yesterday,
is no more.
Your away,
flying your own route.
Sometimes I don't
see you everyday.
It kills me inside,
to know that I'm
replaced by the
"new love of your life?"
No,
I'm your kid,
I come first,
not just the girl that
you kissed before.
I'm here,
or am I?
It doesn't seem like it
anymore.
So go ahead,
leave,
but just know that
my heart is still sore.