My Song

And as we parted
I heard the song
that I would forever
remember as
this summer,
this moment in time,
this feeling of our fingers interlocking.

Six years later,
how was I supposed to know
that the same song
would only make me
think of myself,
and who I was
during those long nights
spent out at the pub,
wondering where she ran off to?

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