I looked,
you looked back
Time
stopped.
I smiled
It was
good.
Your laughs
fill my pockets
More than hands
do.
Inside my
wallet
During
these times
A moment,
your eyes,
Last night
I do
memorize.
A wall’s
holding you
And I’m not
behind
I reach for
your arms
It’s all
black and white.
Good night,
Nice to
have met you,
I’d see
you, or so.
I sing to
our photo
That
refrain we know.
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