sometimes I think of the last time we saw each other.
no, not that time...
that time was horrible.
the other time.
when things were still unsaid
before our lips met
before the screams
and before the words of separation...
yes, that time...
when what was above and below us were identical
when our past and future were still a blur
maybe not even that time...
maybe it was a time before?
I've said goodbye to you so many times, I get the memories mixed up
I suppose it doesn't matter anymore.
i don't miss you the way I used to.
or do i?