I sat down
In the seat on the right.
It didn't feel right.

Last year,
He sat in the seat on the right.
I was always in the left seat.

This isn't last year, though.

I moved over to the left seat.
I couldn't part with the memories.
The right seat is his.

Last year,
We were the only ones in those seats.
We were the only ones with rides.

This isn't last year though.

Another girl walked in
And sat in the seat on the right.
It didn't feel right.

She didn't talk me me.

Last year,
He and I would have an unrelated conversation.
For 5 minutes.
I loved that 5 minutes so much.

"I'll see him again",
I tell myself, now.
"Don't cry, he's still alive,"
I tell myself, now.

But as they say;

You don't know how much you love it until it's gone.