There's a soft hum of regret.
I crawl into the back of mind, curling under thoughts of that us.
It hasn't left me yet.
I can still hear your voice asking me that question.
Snow reflects that first I love you.
The cold makes me whisper your name.
I wake up in a twisted bundle of sweat and screams while the moon spills over my memories.
I hope you'll remember.
It's so hard to go forward when I want nothing but to recede into the sea.
I can't shake this fog that clouds everything.
It's so much clearer when I sleep.
I thought I had you figured out.
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