Seems like forever ago we saw each other.
Your heart on your hand, with love on your mind.
Her face hard to picture now. It's been a year, maybe two, maybe tomorrow marks a decade.
It's hard to circle the date in a red sharpie pen when you can't exactly remember the time that's been.
Who you became,
- or who we changed.
To her, to you, my dears, it's hard to recall.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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