That laughter

I did to him what I did to you the other morning - I poked his shoulder from his back and announced "Can I have some attention please.."

And he did to me what you did to me - he slipped one hand to the back and he tapped my hand slowly, and said, "there, your attention", and then he laughed.

I could swear that, for a brief moment, I heard your laughter amidst his laughter. And lied still holding back tears.

How do I get rid of the memory of you?

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The night before he asked me whether I love him. I said I don't know.


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