Tear up mornings

When old photos of us are referenced in your mind
(as in, you look at them,
or just remember) what do you feel? I, myself,
am beside–myself–with a mix
of emotions. Primarily, I won’t lie, sadness:
because you won’t look at me again like that,
like, “Oh boy, do I like this boy.” Because,
I can’t ever just show up in your space and hug
and kiss you and that be okay. Because no matter
how much time goes by, I won’t ever forget that
we were friends like that. Like that, like that.
It’s mostly sadness, but sometimes I’m happy,
because we were friends like that.

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