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A Strange Always. (January 2012)

it's a strange thing,

love is.

how deeply we can fall into it

but now standing on the other side,

it's like i've forgotten who you were.

 

somehow i've erased the files

of your face, and of your smiles

and your voice.

the one thing that would never leave my head

it has.

 

i still think i see you,

in shadows

and in faces of strangers.

only to focus in on someone that

isn't you.

 

and what i remember now,

isn't you.

 

because we've grown up

and changed and

have become the people we are today.

 

but i still remember that day

when you told me

i love you.

 

from my best friend,

to stranger.

i always will too.

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