won't be running into you anymore
reading your stuff
being involved
sadness has left a long time ago
can't even remember
the way it used to be
just silent regret
you here
me across the water
not missing anything anymore
no words thoughts or feelings
no hopes or ideas
no goodbyes
but what never happened
what never will happen
what could
or should have happened
therefore
still thinking now
about everything
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