I was told to stop living in the past,
but the memory of the day
when the Time was just right
holds a certain significance to who I have become.
a collage unequaled even by nature.
I choose to remember the you I knew,
not the you I know
because my memories are sweeter
than your now sour kiss, but my mind
still blames you for my loneliness.
when the Time was just right.
I remember that day you hinted now haunt.
Now you display your sexual flaunt
to the man with no soul,
no heart—
the both of you.
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