yes there may be memories left
i see of you
each time i see that food stall
and how'd we binge on fish balls
maybe a few
i wouldn't deny no longer
that each time i see that food stall
it would hurt
that it would remind me
when your heart decided
to beat for someone else
but now it's all good
and all that's left to say is thank you
even if my tongue is still petrified
to say it in front of you
even if i haven't yet crossed
that line of forgiving
it's all good memories now
each time i see that food stall
memories of us
memories of promising
that food stall was only for us
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Unmuffled
Poesíaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
