Polaroid tells dark secret
Left on a corner of parchment on some napkin you drew my name on with yours circled in hearts
Long and lost forgotten
Left with stains of old lips and coffee from rainy days
Found on a floor -
You fell in love that night
Where were you that night
I'm a lost dream held by faith
I'm a ship wagering a mighty sea
Crumbling your paper between wrinkled fingers
This is where I begin again
My lips are heavy
Scars hidden under picture frames tired and bound by your song
As you sit in the diner
Still
Writing us on useless pieces of paper
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