remember. remember?

Remember. remember

when we thought

that time

stopped still

when we kissed.

i spent most of my nights

counting fingers

to see how

sober I was

on a scale of

kissing you                                    to                      leaving

when the mornings

made love to nights

we snored away our regrets.

don’t you ever wish

that the boy

who took

out the garbage

saw our hearts

among the dirt?

 

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