we had a booth
where we first met,
a place we
would go
in the months ahead.
our place.
our romantic spot.
dark and cozy
in a restaurant not far away.
but then things ended,
and that sweet
memory began to fade.
it became a passing thought.
strangely the booth
means nothing now,
just another stop
along
the way.
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