Can’t tell what’s coming when faced with leftover clues
That illuminate your hindsight, doubled by sadness and
Faltering because the attraction comes for the wrong reasons.
Shit. Would it be crass to say I want to go back to when you were
Younger? Would it fuck stuff up to say that I’m convinced that
I could have made things better for you, that you might still
Be smiling the way that I’ve been forced to remember you?
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