at the sounds that i fell in love with one year ago,
i remember you waving,
the scents of fermented milk and grapes cutting through the air,
scooping folds of our dresses and tufts of our hair.
i hear words selected so delicately,
to describe you,
the way that we could have been.
almost thirteen months since may,
i still think of you.
at the taste of another,
i wonder why i never meet the man of the moment
as you were.
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