It's been a long time and
I don't see him anymore
But sometimes
Night wears his face
and I ruminates his grace
It's been a long time and
I don't spell his name anymore
But sometimes
His voice keeps resonating
like an earworm in my head
It's been a long time and
I don't love him anymore
But sometimes
I wish I knew whether
I still blink in his mind
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