Do you remember
The natural flow of hands,
Of lips, of words,
Of love?
Do you remember
How comfortable we were
In each other’s eyes,
Each other’s arms,
Each other’s hearts?
I used to be able to make you smile.
I used to be the special face in the crowd.
Your muse, yours, beautiful.
Not now.
Do you remember when all of this mattered?
(When we mattered?)
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