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I thought of you, and where you’ve gone.

They have to.

I have lost track of time, trying to do things on my own. But I can’t. I don’t know how long it has been since I heard your voice. Frankly, I don’t want to know. I am up to my knees in needs. Up to my dreams with heads. I let myself get to that place.  Why? I should have forgotten by now. “Should have” tastes like shit. I can’t write any more “could haves”, but my brain hurts with them. Come back to me. Laugh with me. Hold your breath, and make me believe I’m not easy to walk away from. I hate that my room, my roof, my pillow, my poems reek of you. Yet you stay clean. You come back when i feel weak. When I miss you, I feel. And lately, I hate feeling.