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Long were the afternoons spent
trying to be different girls
only to find that the one you first met
dizzy on cheap cigarettes
had caught you

that late evening
I borrowed your lighter
I didn't know how to use it
I think of the morning after
in the coffee shop
I think of the rainy hills
where we hid in my car

I think of you
sometimes do
even now

but how could I ever
return to that thought?
how many seasons
until I am done?

when your housemate
he went away
you invited me in
damp from the shower
I looked at the plants
and studied your belongings
we sat on the couch
drank something

even in silence
and even in solitude
I'll see a reminder
I'll think of the holidays
and that we never touched
I'll think of our city shoes
wet in the forest brush

I'll think of you
sometimes will
even now

but how could I ever
return to that house?
how many summers
until it burns down?

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