more and more often I have these flashes of images - you walking by and us not recognizing each other at all anymore. in the way we did. when we loved. further and further away you appear from the inside.
i would see you with your wife or your kid even and we'd just pass.
aren't you happy now you ask, we both got what we wanted.
you are married
and i am in Berlin.
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