One step. Two step.
I walk a couple more steps and look back just once more. Sweet nothing.
It was never about forever. It was about instinct.
That look that goes down inside somewhere deeper than what your brain can actually process. Soulmates. Maybe even love.
Why? Why such sorrow?
Why? Why such sadness?
“She got a new nose.” said the girl with long luscious black hair and dainty fingernails polished with French white tips.
… it’s not goodbye. It’s see you soon.
It was just a sad dream that died sweet.
It is just you everywhere.
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