poem written about you while listening to [i prefer you] as performed by etta james

The question is not

did we make a mistake?

the question is not
at all, more like I have a
question
in general, but i don’t know what that means.

I guess we are like that, soft
usually. I guess I forgot some things though,
like the way that feels or how it can be
to trust
a human.

But the way you are is like the way your throat feels better after you drink tea when you are sick, even when you are the person who does not like tea, like we don’t. Something between what things usually are like. But I remember and I know differently. But this does not change

how it feels
when humans love.

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