how great would we have been?
the answer is not great at all.
i would not have brushed away your insecurities,
and you would not have comforted mine.
i know when tonight is over tomorrow is another day,
and that your hand was soft wrapped around mine, for six days and six nights until our hearts broke, and before that, it kept me warm like home.
when will you forget about me? find me in the air.
when will you remember me again? will it be as fast as the new sun arrives?
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