seventy-two

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A/N: not a poem again sorry :( for some reason, it's so difficult to write poetry now.

The car's moving fast, like how it did before. I look up at the sky, oblivious that I was smiling while doing so. But why?

Why am I smiling? Why do I feel something?

It looks familiar. I've seen this place before. I remember the trees, the highway, and the stores I passed by a year ago.

I remember the smell of the car I rode in before, I remember the dizziness I felt from typing on my phone in the car; and then it hit me.

More than a year ago, I was here, on this route to go home; talking to you. I was here, obliviously, and helplessly falling for you, though, I didn't really know it back then.

I now realize why I smiled to myself, the memories just came flooding back — like how they used to.

I look up one more time, and the smile I've been trying so hard to find, faded.

The sky's the same, but we have changed.

-the day we met

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