i can see in her eyes
the memory of someone else, not
me.
i feel the weight
of it
on my heart, but try my best
to let it go.
she goes quiet
with her thoughts, and i
know better than to ask
her, what?
what's going through your
mind right now.
i don't want to know.
and she looks at me, with
the same feeling.
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