The strangeness of moving on after one's first love


Stranger

I know his face, every trace and how it feels

I know his body, his voice
I studied him for so long, thought I knew him through and through

The face he wears these days
I don't recognise

It's the face she will know, and the one I knew will forever remain past

I'd love to know your face that way






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Written on 2011-10-08 at 23:18

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