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She sat with me
on that night
so cold and blue
not to me,
but to some invisible

I smiled.

I miss him.
I know you do.

How beautifully
he exchanged our hearts
filling half of
our hearts with
hate for one another
and the other half
with amazing love for him

I knew you
You knew you knew me.
we held on
obsessed with
the pained love
he dispersed.
And too long
had he filled himself
with pieces of us,
we had no piece of us
left in us.

You stayed.

I stayed.

He left.

Your memory is yours.
Mine is mine.
Our memories are him.