even after all these years
my heart, it skips,
when I spy your face in this crowded place
through all that sadness
my heart could still
swell in my chest with all the memories I liked best
your body, your voice
felt like pieces
of a puzzled past that still make my heart beat fast
I can't help but think that you're the one
who got away
I can't help but think of all the things I shouldn't say
I can't help but hope that I catch your eye
when you look back at your life
and when you tangle your fingers in her red hair
it's sometimes me you picture there.
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