i miss you, i miss you
i know you were glad to be rid of me,
but every splinter of me that came apart that day
i am missing now. i feel so incomplete. i wish i could dream about you more, or at least write poetry that can explain this choking in my chest whenever i analyse the improbability of a chance meeting, or a phone call.
i swear, i look out for you everywhere these days.
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