Then 
I think I saw you through a car glass 
When I was walking from a place of/this is the start/
Everyone starts somewhere here 
                                                            There 
                                            Over there, back there 
                                                            Far there.
I thought I was just tired and hulcinating
My face was stiff/and straight then I could've feel it 
Yours 
          Was 
                The same, 
It's kind of funny actually, what were we trying to 
Guard when all is gone just fragments of memories 
In jars conceal, label past of us, 
Though my heart was trashing then, 
To call out and say your name like a baby's first 
Word, my lips was seal like glue, funny,
Yours 
         Was 
The  Same. But who did that to you?
I'm guilty but not really weren't there others 
Before me and after me? 
It couldn't be you won the lottery/then figured out
You loss. Can/that happen? It could.
Sometimes it's not the machine but the system/others Who are controlling it?
Your eyes were cold it's not winter yet/right?
I felt the evening air washed over me,
Like how the ocean wash over the shore sliding,
Through the pebbles and the sea shell.
Leaving it's foot imprinted on the sand like a discovery found but loss,
I remember they were warm funny,
Was it because mines looked the same.
Were we trying to guard the new of us/or the old of us?
Now 
A message on my phone 
I think I saw your message but I ignore it 
You:hey.
I saw your message but again I didn't reply 
You:ans me.
Me: Huffs and type....
Me:hey 
You:i saw you walking.
Me: ._. That wasn't me that was my twin sister.
You: right... did you change your number?
Me: yes.
You:send me your number.
 I pause debating, why dose every time we try to escape the past it comes hunting us down/humans.
Me:what's app number send *******.
Is this my punishment for ending what we could've of had or what we didn't had.
Again/I don't know.
-ashes poetry
                                      
                                          
                                   
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