February 17, 2018
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Reoccurring memories.
What do they mean to me?
It's like waking up in the morning
From the very same dream.
I miss you,
But I know I won't return to you.
Meant to be just stuck
In my thoughts,
In my stored past
Of people I loved.
Still do love,
But in a way that is distant,
In a way that proximity
Prevents me from
Interacting with you.
Perhaps I don't love you,
But I just love the memories I have of you.
