they were all yours

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since when
had your voice been so deep
the jokes spilling from
mine, not yours
we grew up faster than we planned.

a head of hair, tilting
the same of which had been many times
in my hands, trembling
tears intermingling in the twilight
you said you would always be there.

don't sleep
in the downpour, the lights
amber against your skin
and flush against mine
we seem to only talk in hushed whispers.

with that same grin
the one that's haunted the mailbox
a cheshire cat with no rhyme nor reason
to follow an invisible path toward me
i don't smile like i used to.

perhaps
it was all my fault
you told me it would all be okay.

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