Just now as I look over my shoulder,
I see how happy we used to be,
how we walked with our hands locked in,
how your head rested on my shoulder,
how our throat shared those wild laughs,
and how our eyes exchanged all the tears,
how my heart went all jolly everytime
you were around,
and how every pain felt so beautiful as you
kissed them away.
It's not that a distant memory,
for I've hardly moved from there,
yet somehow, it's gone, and I can't go back.
Just now as I look over my shoulder,
I see how madly and recklessly I was in love with you.
And perhaps I still am. Perhaps I'll always will be.
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