Projector of Memories
passing by each other
pretending not to stare
when actually all I see is your face
and your hand holding her hand
remembering those times you only looked at me
and when we argued playfully
we'd hold each other gently
whispering so only we could hear
thats done and over
now time has passed
but in the back of our minds
its still that projector of memories.
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