***
the alps outside my window
and jackson browne in my ears
being reminded of my failures
all over again
well, i keep on walking
regret right through my mind
the valleys keep on peeking
carving out the time
the lines that they are etching
late for the sky, and
my eyes
when I
like Meg Ryan
found the perfect awful words
if I truly knew about us,
we wouldn't be having
these conversations anyway
you said you would remember them
for the rest of your life
and as soon as you did, i knew
that so would I
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