i miss the memories, not you.
i miss the memories not the way you smelled at dawn not the shadow of your laugh’s yawn the taste of us was never sweet i shrink each time our ghosts meet the hours we spent painting skies their blue now stings unseen eyes i miss the spark that held my glow a firelight you could not grow but now i walk where dreams were few i miss the memories, just not you
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