Today, I think of what use to be.
Between me and you, just us
No one else. And I wonder.
Do you think of us like I do? Or
Does she cloud your every judgment?
Do you believe we will every be again?
Did you ever love me, like you said that day?
Do you compare us?
Does it ever feel odd her not being me?
Do you think of me when you're with her?
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