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Margaritas,
I can still taste the salt.
Moments like that~
Not to be shared with you again.
So many things will never be understood.
The time in silence,
Did I not listen?
Looking in your soft eyes,
Did I miss something?
The gentleness in your voice,
What did it hide?
The answer to why,
Will never be mine.
I am aware of the silence you left,
Don’t say a word...