#311: Parks on fire.
April 19, 2013

One day you will forget me. You will forget everything that I have said. You will not remember the way I smiled from across the dining table. You probably won't even be able to recognize my face. We will brush shoulders like strangers, we will feel something click, something kicking, we will want to turn our heads, we will then realize that it's to late.

Like all the strangers we passed by, you would have passed by.

Like all these strangers, I have lost you the moment I knew you.

2:26 a.m.

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