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Your seat next to mine 
I still feel your hand in mine
Not holding on
enough distance to make contact 
and yearning to move closer but 
So much time, circumstance between
Like magnets repelling
I refuse to consider that we could have
Changed that..

I remember the first time I saw you
Really I do
Literally has lost its meaning 
So much has
Like the sour candies we bought to
Support band
Or football... Maybe some club
I still have the wrappers
They are meaningless right?

No amount of trivial will equal anything substantial 
It's just that I still feel...
The loaded moments that linger before a kiss

We trializied 
I still do

That infinitesimally small amount of fate that
Would forever keep up positioned to repel 

But I still feel the chairs
So many chairs 
A balcony full of strangers 
but the snow
Was just for us
I can see the branches, flakey ice piling high
hands just touching
us sitting in those chairs with a glow around us
Protecting us... Me from knowing 
All that wouldn't come 
Trivial 
But I still feel your hand
Not holding on but touching 
You promised it meant as much to you as it did to me
Maybe only when we draw close do we repel 
Maybe nothing

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