Reversed Signs

Isn't it ironic? You sat on my right side when we first met And you exited my life making a left turn down my street It was my right hand that comforted you in the beginning And it was my left hand that tore off something that was supposed to be permanent in the end How the directions changed as we danced together Entering on the right leaving on my left Poetic almost How my right hand wrote stanzas about you While my left hand is cursed to remember the words I never got to write How it wiped away your tears How both hands would wrap around your waist holding you close Now we're on opposite sides of the compass Never to be close to each other again While I set off in my own direction My hands itch to write your name once again But I resist For that left turn signal is still etched into my mind Just as all our memories are But that is all they are Memories of the past All I can do now is move onto my own path And live with the empty space of where someone used to be.