I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman
it was a sad and beautiful day
just two days into summer
cresting the longest daylight
it was sad and beautiful
in the way an orange segment
tastes and feels in your mouth
separately and now quite separate
we waited on and finally received
the same book like a gift from god
when i realized my deep true selfishness
wishing i could have made you as happy
as the happiness of new books first read
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