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i bet if i asked you, you would remember it too
that time we rubbed our feet together in the cold,
under a white blanket, in a bed twice as big as us.
outside, the wind was howling,
but the snow was quiet
and so were we, kissing in whispers.
"do you love me?" and you'll nod and nod and blink and nod into the morning,
nod into the summer.

i held your hand secretly on the bus all the time.
you did too like you'd never let go,
but in your head you already wiped me out, uncarved my name from your memory,
and everyone saw our fingers locked anyway.

it doesn't matter now. i already let go too, a long time ago
i finally don't give a shit about you
not even a little bit.