Oh, my moon, are you reading this? When I saw you again I stopped thinking. Your hair is different. I don’t like your boyfriend. When I danced with you I knew: we and these steps fall so naturally. You smell like when I left you, sweet and raw and of a dark night we should have gone farther.
A petite love we should have held on to. You in my arms and our laughter and the haunting of a room. Our past chattering: this is what you lost when you let go. You silly bitch. You fool.
Why wasn’t it us. I can’t remember. A love half-known. How cruel.
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