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Pink

You try telling me to hold you.

You’re wearing pink.

You’re beautiful when you cry.

You’re scared about the future,

That this moment

            Is a memory waiting to happen.

You’re scared about today,

            That it could disappear.

  You don’t know if yesterday really happened.

            Neither do I.

You can’t remember what you’ve forgotten.

You want me to tell you I’m certain,

But I’ve told you I’m not certain.