I watch you across the street
And walk away from the last time
Trying to remember the good times
Knowing it would be important later on
The way a smile could begin
From the corner of your lips
The way you drape your arm
Over my shoulder
The way you laughed over my silly jokes
The way you apologized for making me cry
This going away I will remember
For many years to come
And the pain will be the same
For many years to come
I wish that men could discover
A drug that could deaden
The memory of even just
Your hands…DNZ
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