Your face is familiar to my face
But it is not the face is once was
It is realer now, it is less saturated with colour and tone and life
I still love you - please don't get me wrong
I am so unafraid around you now
You are my old slippers, my faded photos
You are the memory of a past me.
And we will move together
And we will move apart
And we will move, move.
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