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our final goodbye

The restaurant We ate at The last time I saw you Is now closed I didn’t know that would be the last time I would see you I didn’t know that would be the last time I would eat there You looked into my eyes for the first time since I picked you up to say “this is the best garlic bread I have had in my entire life” It took us 47 minutes to get there It took us 61 minutes to get home Because we sat in the parking lot of a gas station I’d only been to once before, but liked a lot I haven’t been there since we were Either We listened to that song Not the one you quoted at “lunch” Not the one about what you want and don’t The one that asks why I took you back To his house I parked a block away I cried
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Dec 3, 2020
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#love#loss#restaurant#gas#station#garlic#bread#goodbye
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