I lost him still saying loving was for keeping always and holding onto. I lost him still holding my breath with my hand over my heart, still dropping my (day-dream) ice cream in the sand and giggling still-born soapy bubbles into the wind. from 'Other endings' in Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes
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