Don't go down that street.
If you do you will see the spot where we kissed.
You will remember the way my hair felt slipping through your fingers.
We undressed in the air floating our feelings,
fishing for things we knew we would not catch inside of each other.
You will see the spot you fell to your knees and looked in my eyes.
Your hand held mine and you were saying things I never heard.
But that was our world.
The cracks in the pavement, trees in odd spaces hanging over our heads.
Don't go there,
pretending to be fine.
You'll only end up in the past watching ghosts.
Just go with her,
and find a new place.
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