I Can't Remember

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I can't remember the time, nor the place.

I can't remember your red skirt and leather jacket.

I can't remember my awkward smile.

I can't remember the way your ponytail hung,

resting on your shoulder.

I can't remember my head in the clouds,

clasping, searching for anything to calm my nerves.

I can't remember red wine, cooling my anxiety.

I can't remember New Found Glory playing on the radio.

I can't remember the Polo perfume on your sunkissed skin.

I can't remember the glitter just below your neckline.

All I know is it was the best conversation that I've ever had.

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