The last picture I shredded
Were those journal entries you laced
You were glad your Ma and sister could see again
The page that stuck to my cerebellum
Was the coffee shop one
You wrote to me
How you saw a young girl
Who smiled unapologetically
Who laughed carelessly
Who loved fully
And you felt you lost that
You felt you had to be strong, because pretty girls
Have to
You told me in a kiss
That I made you feel how you felt
When you were a kid
“When I’m with you I can be that little girl again”
I’ve used a rock and my scars to try to forget
Your apartment’s passcode
Lunch with Nick 
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