It was magic at first, but the pictures have faded every note that we wrote packed away in the boxes that block up your house like an obstacle course and you're new to the place, so we'll probably go out and talk about memories and what love's about
and I told you I loved you and you told me you loved me under thanksgiving stars, warmed by our memory but I know I didn't change, you just grew up past me and afforded no look as the others would mock me
so you called up thursday with intents of reuniting I wasn't crazy at first, and I still don't quite buy it but we had something once, at least I know I did whether or not you meant it is something quite different
I won't scream when you talk of your former lovers I'll just divert my eyes, and clench my toes and I'll laugh at your jokes, and ask of your business "you're doing quite well, that much is obvious"
I won't confess the love that made me drive cross the country but I think it's implied by the things that I'm doing and soon we'll hold hands, and skip cross the snow and it won't mean a thing the very next morning
and I'll wake up and dial the number you gave me but it's too soon to call, so I'll hold off til Autumn and maybe just maybe, the spark was relit and the die was recast like before you split, yes
It was magic at first, but the pictures have faded every note that we wrote packed away in the boxes that block up your house like an obstacle course and I'm certain that this, is just what I've needed
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