the first day of spring was warm in my memory
and the only thing we could think to toast to
we woke up early like morning people
unsettled by the night before but free
that day was longer than we could remember
so we pretended we were watching the sun set
and said every little thought that came to mind
except for the one I didn't tell you
the one that started when you placed your hand
between my pillow and my head
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That was such a great day. I miss you.
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