sometimes you remember
things in pieces.
a word, a look,
a moment that has passed,
thin memories of
love stories
that didn't last.
other times
its a movie, a full
length feature,
with subtitles and music,
a remembered cast.
the beginning middle
and end.
I remember you this
way, not the other.
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