Thursday, June 30, 2016


How much do I miss you?
When I remember
Not often

I am thinking of our last embrace
How I ran into the station
Ten minutes early
How I lied to cut-short the suffering

Good thing you knew nothing about trains

Good thing I found some sun

Good thing you've picked up the pieces of your shattered dreams

Each one an intricate puzzle

Don't forget

The clouds are dark
Where I used to live
With you

But I don't think of you so much now
Only instinctually
Only to tell you everything

When I remember...

Not often

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