Last Love
It's the ringtone I can't seem to change;
a signal to let me know it's you.
It's how my heart flutters when I think of us;
flooded with the memories we've made.
It's the smell of laundry detergent;
a reminder of the days we spent in each others arms .
Seeing you with another girl;
to remind me we will never be anything more than friends.
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