What we had is what we had
What we had
What we had is what we had, no
Hard feelings I'm not even that sad. I'm not thinking about anything that went bad I refuse to get Mad about the times that we had, but I look at this I miss your touch, and your kiss, going for long walks like Ciara, lost in the mist. And I'm thing about what we had and I say to myself, that my heart is glad that I don't have to be mad, or sad, but look at each moment and say what we had is what we had.
poem by Clarence Williams
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