Ica
The memory of you, of us, exists inside my mind
It fades with age and I’m afraid it’s bound to crack
I still see our hair entangled, brown woven strands
laid together resting, watching, from the comfort of a backpack
the stars above still shine, just as they did back then
but that midnight field is never coming back
No more will sudden dew soaks through our socks
no more time spent gazing at that never-ending black
I loved you once, and I will love you til I die
that place is gone, lost to time, but these words will never crack
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