i can't remember
the last time i felt
so slight
and
small.
and i thought
it'd be
the last of me.
the last of you?
because somehow, it turned to be
always about you
but never us
and i can't remember
half the things
that i used to
be so
so ecstatic about
except
the french dinners
and street lamps
and balancing along the concrete fence
stepping over grass
and feeling you breathe
and tandem bikes
that the sun only too happily
smiled for.
i don't remember
i can't remember.
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