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of all the days

since that day

that my tires have traversed the road

from home to school and back again

why is today

the day

that i'm assaulted by memories

where it seems

every nook and cranny

in a 20 minute radius

holds a memory

of you and me

i can't seem to look

left or right

and not see a place

we shared

a place

marked with

fingers through hair

nervous glances

rubbing noses

fueled kisses

clasping hands

purposeful leg grazes

and accidental hugs

places we'd try to hide

but once inside

not care who saw

heated homes and

heated cars in parking lots

other backdrops to this city scene

we went down paths

we can never go back from

and i don't regret it

i didn't realize that when

what we are

changed

i would miss all the parts of

what we were

so much