I remember everything

January 18, 2020

I remember everything;

that we were happy in our own way.

How it seems like only yesterday

we were dreaming, drinking, loving

Counting the moments before we knew

we'd never feel this way again.

The stars fell apart to make this happen

but love falls apart sometimes too.

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