to push the thought
of you
out of my head
trying
to be productive
trying
to be adult
trying
not to live
in memories
even though
all i see
is you and me
fighting
crying
yelling
whispering
smiling
giggling
laughing
loving
talking endlessly
about nothing
at all
with such ferocity
spilling the thought
of you out
with words
on a screen
is cold comfort on
a warm day
i have plenty to do
but nothing to be
without you
(true)
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