I Walked Down Memory Lane and Ran Into You . . .

I took a stroll down memory lane
--I ran into you again; always at the same place, same time.
---always in the same element, same instant.

I too a stroll down memory lane
--I ran into you again; always at the same fork, same split in the road.
----always while looking you in the eye for the last time

I took a stroll down memory lane, and I ran into you:

--I grabbed you by the arm, as I've been meaning to.

And I told you:

I'm sorry for being insecure.
I'm sorry for not being everything I tried to be.
I'm sorry for being distrustful of you.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
I'm sorry for loving you the way you didn't want to be loved.
I'm sorry for not providing enough for you.

I'm sorry for having to say sorry this many times.

But I'm not sorry for running into you on memory lane;
---because I'll never be sorry for loving you.

Two years and counting since I've last touched you.

I'll catch you on memory lane again.

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