falling leaves on a sunday morn
the wind blowing against
my cheeks.
i hear you, still, calling my name.
you were once my perfect place.
singing tunes on your vinyl cd's
running in your favorite
tattered sneakers
while licking ice cream
on the way to the park..
walking hand in hand,
side by side,
you were once my
most prized possession..
and in a day like this,
i remember,
how we came
to be apart..
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