On a sunny afternoon of May
I thought back of the day
when you and I were here.
Our lives were simply just there.
I do not know how, yet
we were here when we met.
Then we happened, then became us.
Still, we never were, just as well as...
there.
Were we getting?
Were we seeing?
Were we ever?
Weren't we ever almost?
Weren't we somehow finally?
Why weren't we fucking...
there?
On a sunny afternoon of May
I thought forward of the day
when you'll be of my past.
Time will have simply just passed.
There, we will get.
There, we will see.
There, we will be.
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