Sunday, February 24, 2008
Snapshot
I have a snapshot of us pinned on my wall. You're wearing a batman t-shirt, eating a hotdog bought at the block party. I have my arms around you, I'm smiling. I remember that day, I think I taught you to ride your bike that day. You have ketchup on your cheek, I didn't wipe it off because you glowed and I didn't want to fix anything, you were perfect. When did I lose you, I often ask myself. I know the exact year you pushed me out but it started earlier. I'm told you're an addict, there is no...
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