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I still can't eat pesto
“I remember how you loved Pesto”
Oh but isn’t it a bit too late?
A bit too late to remember anything for that matter
But I still remember what the ocean looked liked
(That day it rained and you waded in and laughed
Because I was still afraid of sharks.
And how you sat hunched over on that orange bike
As we rode down the middle of the street in midnight traffic.
And yes, I still remember being trapped between a lit up city and endless dunes
With you and how I we just sat and said, “I just don’t know”
And you may have forgotten, but I remember lying on the porch swing
While you cried and I pretended not to notice, and the metal creaked
And the breeze was too cold for shorts but I pretended to be asleep.
I bet you didn’t know that)
And I guess life goes on and hearts disfigure but
I still can’t eat pesto
“Thanks but I’m not hungry”
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