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Listen to it in my voice

I think you are
One of the most beautiful
Things that had
a 1 in 400 trillion chance
Of even being born
And was

I’m glad I made it, too, so that I met you.

But I can’t tell you that, because I promised not to.

Because I try to be
A man of my word
And I’m doomed by
This anxiety
That starts eating away at me
Closing and opening doors
In hallways it should
Never be

It seems to cling to
Old memories in old rooms
Telling the story of how
Each used to be a fresh wound

But what’s done is done
And somewhere in my rambling,
you found a cozy place
wide enough just for one.

Which is all fine and swell.

I just miss you like hell.


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