There were days when we would sit
together. When you'd walk me to a bus stop
our shadows chasing us under car bonnets.
And if we stood on each other's shoulders
we could peer in at people's windows.
You'd pour me an empty cup, picking
words from conversations
we only could half make out.
Some nights you'd say you loved me
- but only if they'd said it first.
[tag word: LOGIC from Sar @lightuplightupx]
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