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maybe
one day
we will
meet again

bumping
carts
at the
grocery store

or
walking
the dog
in the
park.

maybe
one day
we will be
okay
again,

hopefully.
if you
choose
to step
into my
hemisphere,
i will not
apologize
for the
rain.
how do you
bandage
the wound
if you
are not even
sure
where it is?
your fingers
still reach out
in the form
of tree branches,
scratching open
remnants of
scars
i almost had
forgotten
maybe
i care too
much
for putting
someone else's
life
before my own,
or maybe
i'm just
suicidal
seeing you
is like
having a
ghost
walk through me;

i can feel
all of the
memories
off who you
used to be,

but you
arent there -

at least,
not anymore.
bandages
dont do
much
for a
wound
aside from
hiding
them
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