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.