Memories of clean streets
And taking a stroll in the woods

Images of a walk into the city
In a sunny and crowded afternoon

The pleasure of cooking for you
And taking pictures of us on the couch

Thoughts of me taking your hand
And you gently freeing yourself

Painting strange things together
On a canvas that has gone lost

A cold airport in the early morning
Me reading “I love you” on your lips

Memories of flying away from you,
But I can’t remember our last kiss.

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