Saturday, September 10, 2016

2001, September 10

I was wearing a grey top that did not belong to me,
and you were good at holding my hand,
but keeping away from me,
and there were some overhead lights on campus that did not work,
perhaps a sign of tomorrow,
or yesterday's split in the sidewalks,

we could have been something,
and I had the chance for reason,
I just wanted something more

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