Proof I Was Here

My name etched
into the frame
of the door
to your room
just so you never
forget what you did.

I bet you can still
smell my perfume
when you walk
through that door
late at night
when you're alone.

I'm not there to hold you
so you sit and stare
like you always do
when I climb the tree
to look into that window
the one that I used to climb through.

I promised to love you
but I've been rumored
to be a chronic liar
and I'm sorry it ended up
you alone and me with him
although it was you who chose this.

So I'll etch my name
here on this tree limb
and hope you find it
looking out that window
so you can have the proof
I was here.