
Does your world ever get knocked off it’s axis
when you think of me?
Does the breath get ripped from you lungs
when you think about our endless list of “almosts”?
Do your steps ever falter
when you walk through a cloud
of amaretto perfume?
The kind I wore as we stood beneath the twinkling lights of the ferris wheel?
Does your stomach drop sixteen stories
when you hear a laugh
that is merely an echo of mine?
Do you ever feel sick
when someone says my name,
And suddenly you remember
That I’m tucked away in some summer-time memory of a small town
that gets older but never changes?
Do you search for me in crowded places?
At parties when you’re drunk and feel the need to tell me
that you miss me?
That you’re sorry you left me behind while you chased after endless adrenaline and cocaine lines?
Do you talk yourself out of washing that jacket you let me wear
that night it got too cold
because it still smells like me?



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