the shadow of a memory
of what it feels
to meet another pair
trying to grasp
that feeling of that
eyes half closed, dozy stare.
Trying to be brave
make the move
but nothing
and stone sinking
feeling of regret
plummets through
the veins.
Images run through the brain
what I want to happen
what could happen
nothing comes true
and in all honesty
this is the last time
I'll see you.
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