Unforgettably Blue

In ways I never left lockdown In ways I left a part of me there i might not say he died But he is dead now to me (He didn't leave with me) in other ways I am there again At least the night sky is the same Unforgettably blue I write songs now I try to You didn't at the time You had bigger wrongs to right Sometimes the smoke taste the same Longing does too Although it is sharper More acute
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