I had thought
You were different
I had wished
You were different
But it turns out
You weren't
You were different
I had wished
You were different
But it turns out
You weren't
Dear love,
The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.
Cracked pavement tells the story that time refuses to forget.
And while tree roots weave their way underneath the ashen pavement,
Time is dripping away from me.
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