When I feel truly lost or down

Too empty to even ride

I sometimes find myself opening a new window

Old tweets and grainy digital photos

Your ups and downs. Before it. Before me

Somewhere, buried at the bottom of the biggest pile, 

I guess there is the first message. A start. A hello

A bit later, a first written "I love you"

But, maybe they still hurt too much

For now, I'll look at the world through your eyes for a little longer

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