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Shannon Spivey May 2020
When I remember you
I think of footsteps in the hall
The sound of cutlery on glass
And the way you'd answer calls
When I remember you
I think of your coffee cup
Your filthy silver car
And your short sleeve button ups
When I remember you
I see your eyes crease when you smile
The redness of your cheeks
Your weekly coordinated style
When I remember you
I think of what could have been
If we had another chance
Would we walk away again?
05/07/2020

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