Forget

You pass me by with such ease yet my hand still seems to reach out for yours. My eyes looking down at the ground although your cologne still has that musky sent that drifts from your neck. I turn around and see his shoulders down to his calves that used to make me bite my lip unknowingly. As i see him walk away into the crowd I can't help but smile because he's happy now. Well that's what I tell myself. "He cramps my style" i used to say. Now he just is an extra credit that doesn't need attention. 

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