you used to live within memory
it contained images you could touch
the way she touched you
it contained you
most of the time,
and that one time
i brought you dried mango
i know you'll like it
because it's not too much of anything
music that sounds like that
like the future
a past holding the best to come
it would feel different if you touched me again
none of your skin cells would be the same as last time we met
you would smell different
but maybe wear one of the same t-shirts
now im imagining something extremely different
something that maybe you'll be like someday
we wont't know each other
it will be new
and boring maybe
good to each other
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