I Knew This Was Going To Hurt Someday.
It’s when I’m alone
The silence devours me
And I remember
Something so simple as I miss you
What we knew then, was nothing
What we know now
Even less
The world has become our oyster
But back then, we dug clams
With wooden spoons
And brittle nails
You found a pearl once
And we shared it
Just for a moment
Now, I have no pearls
And hardly a memory to tell me what it looked like
Shiny, I’ll bet
Something so small as the end of the world
What a thing to behold.
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