we box
our love letters,
our sweet nothings,
we save
messages on our phones,
the texts,
the photos of anything that
remind us of happier
times, we send them again
hoping against hope
that they might
change your mind,
and bring you home.
we think
of ways say to hello,
we lie awake at night and wonder
who you're kissing now.
we find
excuses to reach out
and say
remember when
we did this, went there,
the time
you slipped and I caught
you and held you in my arms,
now when
I do these things I think
of you,
but i'm alone,
and when I fall, I keep falling
like i'm
doing now.
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