Between 22nd and Home

I think I lost myself
somewhere between your front steps
and 22nd street
miles from my home
and blocks from you

Maybe I lost myself because
I had put so much of myself in to you

Now I'm just a wandering shell
trying to remember who I am
I feel like I have amnesia
a chunk of my life stolen from memory
all because you said you couldn't love me

Or maybe it was that you wouldn't

So I left the memory of you
on the corner of 22nd and Holland
under the old oak tree
with the names of lovers
scarred in its trunk