Today I tore-up a part of you...
The text where you said you held my sweater for months until it no longer smelled like me.
The text where you said I'd taken up permanent resident in your heart. Where you said I have a hold of you.
But it can't erase the memory when we laid in bed for a stolen moment & you whispered "Why do things seem so right & easy with you" I was lost in your embrace & didn't have an answer. As I still don't
Do you think of that early morning, looking for shooting stars?
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