I wish there was something between us worth mentioning,
something we could keep secret,
and then brag about,
something we would laugh about,
be proud about later,
an inside joke,
but there wasn't,
what was left of us was a memory,
one I would likely forget,
and I knew I'd become wasteful with my nostalgia,
as was always the case,
reckless with my own feelings,
before you could do it for me---
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