I do recall now
the smell of the rain.
Fresh on the pavement,
I ran off the plane.
That July 9th,
the beat of your heart.
It jumps through your shirt,
I can still feel your arms.
But now I'll go sit on the floor
wearing your clothes.
All that I know is I don't know
how to be something you miss.
I never thought we'd have a
Last Kiss.
I never imagined we'd end like this.
Your name, forever the name on my lips.
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