Yet here I am, two decades removed
suddenly crashing through fragments of memories
— none of them about you
— all of them leading to you.
We kissed only once
(or maybe it was twice
— did we rehearse?)
and we both knew to let go.
Yet here I am, three countries removed
suddenly retracing your smile in mine
— mine in yours
— yours in mine.
We fell in love only once
(or maybe it was twice
— did we rehearse?)
and we both knew to let go.
Yet here I am, one lifetime removed
suddenly seeing your name
— for the first time
— for the last time.
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