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Sometimes I remember you in fragments,

I remember the way in which you would sleep,

I remember the feel of your tshirt against me,

Sometimes I miss how we used to be,

Staying up all night, watching movies til’ dawn

The way we would argue on the front lawn

The way you would laugh, when you made me cry

Sometimes I miss that, and I wonder why-

Sometimes I think deeply, about the sea and sky,

And wonder if I’ll know love again in this life,

Or if we’d met before, in another space and time

When you were once my husband

And I was once your wife.