after tears and harsh words...
after saying goodbye...
after silence...
i found you, again.

we walked by our first kiss
and learned to laugh together, again.
i learned not to let my heart twist into knots
at your slow, sad smile-
and learned to hold you in my arms as an old friend...
nothing more.

you told me
that the scent of green tea
made you think of me,
of the old wool sweater i wore
everyday that summer.

i told you-
that it was never your fault-
that sometimes the cliches are true-
that i hadn't meant to leave you behind
in my search for the end of the rainbow.

after the laughter...
after the stories...
after a slow sweet kiss goodbye...
i found me.

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