I still remember the late night calls, but not the laugher we had.
I remember your hands on mine, yet I don't remember the warmth.
I remember your kiss, but I've long forgot about the butterflies.
I remember the first time you said you loved me, but I don't remember the love.
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I have moved on.
~note from the heart
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Poetryhe was my moonlight. now every night is dark. ~note from the heart . #4 in poetry #26 in quotes #5 in poem. . I hope he sees this, as these were all the things I wished I said before he left. . this is what my broken heart, lost. soul, and generally...
