(i)
streets we walked in
pavements our heels stomped on
flicked pages against our fingertips
sips of coffees and exchanged glances
you.
(ii)
warm mugs against our palms
stolen kisses that tasted like
the chocolate we just drank
the cold damped ground we rested on
you.
(iii)
whispered sweet nothings
as we danced the night away with
nothing but hums of off tune melodies
that sounded too close, too real
you.
(iv)
his replacement
your involvement
my damnation
you.
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