I just remember you

We talked under the rhythm of streetlights

And rode on bridges.

You said “you got a little drunk last night. Don’t you remember what you said to me?”

And there was a hot day in Austin.

On South Congress. When you ran inside and wouldn’t come out.

It was something I said.

Like the fucking sky over Dresden.

I’m not on Facebook,

I just remember you.

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