I don't remember much
Just the important stuff
I think too much
I tend to overanalyze things
Like your words
And the absence of
I don't speak very often
But when I do
It does mean something
Even when
It makes no sense
That we live in the past
For we always live
In the here
And the now
If I ever
Want to know how
I will pull out the
Once upon a time
And remember
How
Your heart found mine
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