I had a dream of you
The way you were
when we were
when we were
Sometimes I still
find the remnants
Movie tickets
tucked in my clutch
tucked in my clutch
Stray sketches of
your sad eyes
your sad eyes
Lost in notebooks
Wrinkled by coffee rings
The way we were
When you were
a fish beneath
the Winter mirror
the Winter mirror
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