Unlost Loss

I think we drank too much that starry night
Remember how we laughed ourselves insane
We held each other close, but not too tight
Professing love the wine could not constrain
I told you that it wasn’t just the wine
That nothing in my life had been as real
And nothing had, I swear you crossed some line
Some line I tried my whole life to conceal
It sounded trite; it sounds as trite today
And yet it was the truth, or not a lie
In eighteen years I haven’t found a way
To tune it out, forget, or to deny
Nor can I cross the lines which you have drawn
As you’ve tuned out, forgotten, and moved on

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