Do you still remember me?
After all these hours that turned into days
That turned into months then years
Do you still remember?
Do you still think I'll go on to do great things?
Did you mean it that one time you said it
On that cold day sitting on that bench?
Do you remember?
How come you never texted me back?
Did you change numbers
Or did you just forget me
Like I knew you would?
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
You asked me to stay
As you gazed into the future
Longing once more
I am not a poet
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words
I am not a musician
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