(Word of the day: disjecta membra
scattered members; disjointed portions or parts: applied to fragments of poetry or fragmentary quotations)
words strung together
slowly traced back to you
we'll play it by ear
and see how it goes
i remember very little now
from those times
how many years have passed
since?
they don't need to know
this is between us
the space you occupy in my heart
has shrunk
it was bound to happen
crows mate for life
you know
i thought my heart would be
exorcised by now
there have been others since
so easily forgotten
no feelings
nothing that makes this difficult
but still, you are here
so stubborn
always so stubborn
did you fall
in love with me?
like the smell of cigarettes
that clings to everything
like wine that stains lips
i told you not to
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