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do you wake up in the morning

missing me,

too?

you're booking in

in a few hours but you have that

picture perfect moment

of us:

lying down so close to

each other our

bare skin

touch,

leaving me sparks

as if

for the very first time

on replay

in your head.

can't take it

no more;

you dressed up in your

uniform

picked up your

already packed green and black

bag

from the floor

(because you know 

last minute 

packing do you no good)

you walked and walked

almost aimlessly

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i thought of you.

you recalled that one time

you called me three times

because i was eating at

the metropolis

mac donalds

with my grandmother,

(whom you showed

no interest in

pretending 

to show some respect

-

just

the occasionally "hi auntie" (s))

I only picked up on the

forth call.

you made food warm enough

to not

remind you of your cold heart

you like

showing off on your sleeves

so much.

you imagined me

sitting opposite of you

not in front,

all smiley and bubbly

with that guy

i hang out so much with.

only that's not true.

i still cry

myself to bed,

thinking of you.

you stared out blankly

trying

to stop the thoughts from coming.

the christmas lights

though

reminded you of me

of the plans we made.

maybe you're right

letting go is better.

okay.

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