A Long Ago Life

July 7, 2013

Alguna vez,

te pude haber dicho.

But, not today.

And so, I write instead.

Because I can not say all the things that I want to

I write them out,

and hope that someday you'll find them

and realize

who I was back then

and just exactly who you were to me.

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