some days i miss him
like when someone mentions his name
or when i see a photograph
just stills.
it stirs, a forgotten feeling. how close we used to be, liplocked or otherwise.
it's like a moment chooses to sit with me and then float away.
there's no guilt, or even regret in doing what's done.
but he'll always have what i've left behind.
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