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I remember
The way the storms came
And how the city changed
I remember
Looking at a rose
Sitting on a windowpane
Untouched

And I tried to take
A picture
But I just couldn’t
Some things
Should be left alone

And I remember
The way
Your voice would shake
Sitting in the hospital
Night after night
Your hand against the glass
Watching as the storm passed

We can’t change
Everything
Like who you lose
Or what classes you fail
That funeral
So unexpected
But
We are still
Here
That rose
Sitting perfectly
Like your hand against the glass
Undefined
Between it all

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