hard and sharp at our feet
i wonder how the air will learn to carry it again
like we've forgotten how we like to hold each others hand tight
yours under mine
mine wrapping each finger around your palm
its like a science no one should forget
but sometimes we do
like sometimes ridding a bike is hard
sometimes you have to remember not to forget
sometimes you spend the night wondering about pointless things
and sometimes
you remember
none of this matters
when love is the strongest memory
and a heart
never forgets
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