My stomach still drops a little when I hear you say "hey babe." It's been years, but you still live deep down under my covers. Of course I have put on layers to protect. Stone, blood, skin, t shirts, sweaters, coats, but you peak through.
Maybe you were the last one I loved. Though I have had love since. Maybe you were the only one I loved?
Maybe I still love you sometimes.
It doesn't matter, I mean, you are gone now and we know each other in a new way, like it never happened. But it did.
It was lovely. When you wrap your arms around me, that's when I recall.
Do you?
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