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I like to think your world is silent
Whenever you’re not with me.
I like to think that I’ll be able to tell you tomorrow
But my dreams chase into next week.
Somewhere in your arms
It seemed as though we were both falling.
Just another day, I think
Then it’s next month.
Okay, I say, definitely next time.
But by then it’s already winter,
And my courage seems to have fallen asleep.
A summer breeze comes by,
And I watch my ice-cream melt.
You said you would miss me,
but with every longing stare at my phone
three months break my heart.
The broken blueness of yesterday
Holds every used midnight star
And every plucked eyelash.
Always remembering the thought of you
In tea cups with chipped rims
collecting a rain of tears.
In notches of the table,
Old stories resurface painfully.
And the etched scars on my hands
Tell of unsent, yellowed letters.
Remembering you
In someone else’s smile.
And little hopes that never seem to close.
But I can't fall any further,
I'm already on the ground.
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