Seven hundred thirty days
and just as many ways
of remembering you.
A hundred and four weeks;
the number of techniques
to forget about you.
Twenty four full moons
and countless afternoons,
thinking of you.
Two years,
my fears,
our tears,
you, here,
forever, dear.
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