It’s like looking in on a
Perfect scene from a
Mile away.
The colors on her skin
From that sunset,
Make her look sixteen again.
It’s the ripped, blue jeans,
The same tatty shoes,
Standing at my front door,
Looking up at a sky I used to know;
Roaming a town I used to own.


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