greet me with a smile:
"hey, it's been a while."
i know it's been too many days
of seeing errors in our ways.
i know you're onto bigger things,
like buying someone else's rings,
but do you mind if i conclude
our sticky story's interlude?
i forgive us both.
it always boils down to this:
of every boy i'd ever kiss,
of every could-have, would-have, should -
we might have been something good.
we might have been something good.
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