Even
When I hold your hand
My fingers are always tighter
Than yours
I'm starting to wonder
If this leaks into other
Parts of us like
Rainwater into the ocean
Like how I always hug you
Longer
And I always remember
More
And how I count the seconds but you can't remember to count
The months
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