"I see someone
I see her well
I don’t know who she is
But she’s close as hell
I love her
I know it
But I’ve already
Blown it
She was mine
Now she’s gone
And I remember
We had some fun
Not a day goes by
Where I don’t miss you
So I'll never let go
Of your black balloon"
its amazing what a small change in wording can do to an entire poem
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. There in each other all along." rumi
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