That day we sat on the lot for hours, bathing on the concrete shore. Amber rays spilled down your back like a bucket of saltwater, sultry and sweet as it left our skin. These are times when we can’t keep up with ourselves. Words still don’t amount to the way we felt, only the words we spoke as we tangled in a half-windsor… “This is how we’ll remember it…” as if we knew. How could we know? I can’t stand such a selfish thought of you. Where are you? What are you doing? Do you remember?
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